Sand everywhere… this is the sea I love.

No cold water soaking you, or a cold breeze blowing in your face. Just smooth warm sand for the ship to slide through.

“Captain! We’ve spotted them!”

I turned around and walked up to my first mate Cairy, my buckled boots clicking with each step. She handed me the eye glass and I honed in on the trespassers, their ships flag the color of blood.

A growl rose up in my throat, “Blasted cockroaches!”

Turning away from them, I stood at the helm and called out to my female crew waiting on deck.

“Ladies! Geran has come for us at last. How about we show him who’s in charge of these sands?”

A choir of voices rose up in a cheer as one voice, my crew hungry for battle.

“Man your stations! Raise the anchor! Down the sails! Lets show them who we are!” I barked.

Immediately, the woman began acting out my orders like a well oiled machine. Years of riding the sands in their blood made their work efficient and effortless. I felt the pull of the boat beginning to move as the wind caught its sails and we began moving towards our foes…