Ben had been sitting on the deck of his ship, watching his crew hustle around, all doing their daily assigned tasks. The crew was on their way to an area of uncharted waters, one not many pirates had come back from to tell the story. Benjamin's crew had been cutting their losses lately, with an enemy crew that seemed to just show up wherever they were, it was hard to get anything done but fighting. While Ben loved fighting, was practically raised into it- he also had things he needed to get done other than just fight. Fighting wouldn't make his father proud, no, bringing back something valuable would. Which is exactly what led him to where he was now, going into a dangerous part of the waters. He had got a tip about a week ago that something valuable lay just below the surface, something that couldn't be bought with any money in the world, and that alone caught Bens attention, he could get something no one else had… now that? That had to make his father proud, it was foolproof right? As he heard one of the lookouts yell he tipped his head upwards to better hear what they were making such a fuss about. As he heard the words “Captain! We've got a storm coming straight ahead!” He jumped to his feet, stumbling and letting out a little grunt as he did, his knee threatening to give out under the abrupt movement and sudden pressure it had been put under. Ben stood to his full height as he looked straight ahead, the waves were high, almost reaching to the top of the ships deck. Ben had to make a split decision, either risk everyone's lives and go through the eyes of the storm to get to their destination, or find somewhere to lay low for a while. In the end Ben’s determination to prove to his father that he was a worthy captain won that fight. Yelling out for them to keep going ahead, the rest of them being ordered to take cover for the harsh conditions that they were about to be going right through. Everyone soon made their way below deck, two of the lookouts staying on the