Drake Credos leaned against one side of the deck, basking in the sunlight as he leafed through the diary and treasure map in his hands. Six months earlier, the third son of Creados, who had already completed his knight training at West Dean Fort, had stumbled upon this diary and treasure map.
He had immediately been captivated by the life of adventure described in the diary.
What was more, the third son of Creados yearned for the treasure buried at the location marked on the map.
So he had turned down the Gilded Gold Family's invitation to stay and headed out to sea aboard a ship.
Then...
He had been shipwrecked, encountered pirates, reasoned with them using his fists, become their captain, and continued toward his destination.
But then he had encountered more pirates, leaving him no choice but to keep reasoning with them.
After this cycle had repeated more than a dozen times, Drake still had not given up.
"Where's my treasure?"
Drake stood up and braced himself against the railing. Looking helplessly at the six single- and two-masted pirate ships on one side, he turned to look at the identical formation of six on the other, then the sixteen similar pirate ships trailing behind. He could not help slapping the railing of his own three-masted ship.
Even he had no idea how he had become the Western Sea Pirate General, with twenty-nine pirate ships and six thousand men under his command. All he had wanted was to head out to sea and hunt for treasure.
Recalling his recent miserable experiences, the third son of Creados could not help feeling a little homesick. He missed his elderly father, his younger sister, and his nephew.
Especially that restless adolescent nephew who was always looking to stir up trouble. He wondered