Pirate’s Dawn

On the vast blue sea, a beautiful house with pristine white walls was covered in radial cracks. At the center of each crack was embedded a fine iron spear, and on one of those spears hung a grotesque figure—his chest pierced through, pinned to the wall, his hair styled in a bizarre manner. He wore a green robe, and on his head was a transparent bubble meant to seal off air, now filled with the blood he had coughed up. His face, frozen in shock and disbelief, was half-submerged in the pool of blood inside the bubble, his eyes fixed on the spear in his chest. Even in death, he couldn't believe s…