off the coast of Spain
May 8, 1707
“Stowaway!”
The voice rang clearly, piercing the violet dusk that hovered peacefully above the sea. The silhouette of a ship rocked gently on the waves, the last of the dying sunlight enough to set the crimson sails ablaze. The ship Obsidian could be identified by any seafarer for this trait alone, as few who had gotten close enough to the scarred and bloodstained exterior had lived to tell the tale.
One little word. That is all it took to for a single drifting gaze to become dangerously narrowed in an instant, twisted rage replacing the serenity that had reflected in them mere moments before.
Merseyside, England
October 3, 1696
“You’re a dirty liar, Scarlet.”
“Am not!”
The shouts echoed through the otherwise silent house. One voice was deviously cheerful, words escaping through a young boy’s smirk. His blue eyes gleamed as he taunted his younger sister, his blonde hair sticking out at every angle. He watched her fingers drum madly on her knee- a habit she’d taken up whenever she was lying. Suddenly, he let out a dramatic gasp and pointed a finger behind her. “Look out! Pyrates!”
Pale blue eyes suddenly wide, the girl whipped her head around, red curls flying about her face.
Prologue
Whatever I may have done to deserve the torment
of this life, I couldn’t say. That does not mean I don't
know what I did to deserve far worse in the next.
The Obsidian could sail under the name of a
thousand men, but mine alone will walk beside
it until time itself begins to unravel. Mine will be
the name that haunts the scarlet sails long after
they’re claimed by the sea. For years past and
hundreds to come, I have been and will continue
to be the subject of song; endless tales will be told of
my treachery until the day I fade into myth. Man will
carry my legacy through generations, words laced with
ignorance, for ther