Caribbean Islands

The year was 2014. Just a normal day for Jaymee and her friends, Though they did not know what was going to be expected they carried on with there day. While sitting at the park like the good old days, they joked around, pushed each other on swings like they were teens again. They were all in there 30's growing old like every one else, but then this normal day turned into the end. The ground began to rumble and crack, the screamed for each other as one by one fell into the earth. 

The year was now 1508, Jaymee woke up normally in her bunker. She had her own bunker for she was the captain of the ship after all. Jaymee cracked her knuckles and slid out of bed, making her way over to the window she pushed it open to let the sun shine into her room. Being only in her skivvies she smiled at the sound of the ocean waves and the seagulls. She took a deep breath then turned around and marched over to her wardrobe and grabbed her pants, boots, long dark old coat and her hat. Sliding them all she opened her map and looked around then rolled it back up and slid her compass into her pocket and marched up the stair. "Oi!" She called out to her crew letting them know there captain was awake and ready for the day. "Today we have a great adventure ahead of us. There is a ship dew north that has a great deal of treasure we shall fallow it and rob it at dusk." She nodded the walked up to the bow of the ship. they were pirates they stole things and killed people and they were the most wanted pirates too.

The morning sun shone into his small chambers, deep in the boat's hull. The dazzled golden light illuminated blonde headed man, his ribs poking through his thin shirt, the result of the refusal, denial, stress and confusion. His dull blue eyes sparkled as they slowly opened. Another morning in the same spot over and over again. The first thought in his brain even before he'd open his eyes was It was just a dream. There's no way it could have been real. But for the last seven-hundred and ninety-five days the world had proven him wrong. Hours of his life just sitting there wasting away trying to come up with some possible explanation. Memories. That's all he had, he had dreams every night of such an odd time when there was always a constant hum over civilization sprawling, strange devices that he had know clue what they were. He hated not knowing things. George didn't know why, he didn't even remember his mother or father or family at all. Just a big foggy cloud in his head. Now, George heard the calling of the captain from above, on deck, but like almost everyday he would not drag himself out of the room, ready to sacrifice himself for his crew, let the sun beat on his bare back as he pulled the mast into the air, or explore the glorious islands and adjourn in beautiful battles. Just block the door and try to remember. With each passing day he felt more and more out of place. That's how he'd become what he was. For some odd reason he knew himself as George, but refused it. Titus would be his name that he called himself. Titus seemed just... more right. He sighed and slowly sat himself upright on his small bed and let his feet brush on to the wooden floor. He knew he wasn't going to get up, but it felt better to him that he had some grasp of reality. Even if it was just being certain that the floor was still under him, it comforted him in his fragile state of mind.

Autumn stood a distance behind, and nodded as well. Silently she walked off and went to grab a jacket, shivering slightly as a breeze came by. Returning with her slightly too big jacket, she walked back to her captain. "Anything we need to prepare, captain?" She asked, looking up. 
Sam heard the shouting from above and stretched. He hurried to get dressed and ran up the stairs, looking about to make sure everything was alright. "What did I miss?" He asked, looking at the captain and then towards where the ship was heading.

The wind blew Jaymee's long dirty blonde hair. She turned around as she was spoken to. "We have plenty time to get ready its only morning we have till night fall." She explained then held her hands behind her back as she gazed into the ocean lost in thought.

Titus attempted to stand, but immediately collapsed back in the bed. His muscles were weak from days without use. If the crew could see me now they'd for surely throw me overboard Titus thought to himself. That was another reason why Titus refused to leave his confinement. Fear. Fear was a very dangerous thing, especially on a ship floating above a deep water where the bottom was an unthinkable darkness. Where everything could be washed away. Everything. That's what Titus needed, to be washed away. Maybe then he could finally feel complete. He tried once again rising to his feet, this time the boards below him emitted a loud groan. He froze where he was, listening to any signs of approaching crew members, but after a few moments passed he heard nothing. Titus was standing now, but barely. He leaned against a wall for support, the very floor beneath him felt like it was moving right under his feet. He suddenly felt sick, but swallowed the bile that was rising in his throat. Note to self: Stand slowly when you haven't moved your body in god knows how long. His bones cracked as he made his way towards the door.

Autumn nodded once more and yawned. With having trouble falling asleep last night and getting up early, she decided to take this time to rest. She turned around and slowly began heading towards her room. (or whatever it's called o-o)
Sam glanced at Autumn walking back towards the cabins, and then looked back to Jaymee. He was still confused, but a lot more relaxed now that he realized they weren't under attack or anything. He stepped up a little further and asked again, "So what are the plans for today?" He said, turning to look towards where they were going.

Jaymee turned her gaze back to Sam. "Oi! Get up here." She called out to him. "I need your help." She explained to him, Every Crew member was good at something. She pulled out the map and spread it out on the table. "Sharks and Cracken lurk around here what do ya suppose we do?" She leaned on the table staring deeply into his eyes.

Autumn heard some noise in one of the rooms, but shrugged it off. Maybe some other people were resting before tonight's adventure. She walked into her room, closing the door lightly behind her, and went to try and get some rest.
Sam looked over the map, and where she was pointing. You could always go around... he thought before realizing how long that would take. "Sharks... aren't too much of a problem. The kracken... would be an issue." He murmured, almost to himself. "If you know where the kracken is, avoid it. If not, maybe we can rush through and by the time it lugs it's self up to the surface, we'll be sailing out of it's reach." He looked up for a moment, only to realize she was looking back. He ducked his head back down quickly, looking at the map. "Sorry if I am not too much of a help with this..." He muttered.

Jaymee nodded with a smile. "Good plan." She cheered then held out her hand to give him a shake. 

James Took out his knife and a piece of thick wood and began to carve into it. Leaning back on the ship on deck he would look around every now and then.

Isabel Stretched and yawned wildly. The wind blew making her squint her eyes, her bandanna kept her hair safe as she held onto the rope and stood on the edge of the boat looking out into the water.

Autumn eventually drifted off into sleep, attempting to ignore the rocking of the ship that normally would keep her awake.
Sam reached over and shook her hand, smiling as well. "Hopefully all goes well then. Anything else that needs to be done before we set sail?" He asked.

Jaymee shrugged. "Not at the moment so we can just do what we would like." She explained rolling the map back up.

So much facepalm Ashen why you make me do this
"Well..." Sam thought for a moment, thinking of anything to do. "I'm going to go check out what's going on around the ship." He said, and then added, "Want to come..?"

Titus slowly opened the door. The thin, long hall was dark, still not yet completely active. Titus clutched his stomach as it lurched, yearning for food. He stood still for a second before slowly continuing down the hall towards the kitchen.

   Once he arrived to Feeding Quarters the doors were closed, the sound of bustling chefs and cooks behind them. The double doors in itself was grand. It was large, heavy and pleasing to the eye of thieves, courtesy of the captain herself and her most trusted others. Titus's knuckles cracked as he gripped the handle with one hand and slowly swung the door open. There were several dozen brightly lit lanterns strung amongst the room, instantly causing Titus to squint and cover his eyes. He blinked as his pupils dilated to adjust to the room's lighting. No one had noticed him yet and they seemed very busy, scraping dishes, cooking food- Food. Titus swallowed hardly to keep saliva from running out the sides of his mouth. They were evidently preparing for a large event. The scent saturated his nose and caused his knees to buckle. He was very hungry and his brain could no longer console his stomach that he wasn't, because now his brain was agreeing with his stomach. And so it was that Titus set off across the kitchen, crawling on the freshly mopped floor to keep out of view from the chefs. He'd heard stories from fellow sailors saying that the chefs in this kitchen were as fierce as bandits. And their proof were missing fingers and scars from where the cooks had thrust their knives with uncalled for accuracy, so Titus decided to stay under the radar.