I've Revamped it so it doesn't seem so unsual!! 😅😅😅

The sun began to peak over the oceanic horizons and with it a man came out of his house, Keith Emerson was his name a local painter in town.

He always left this early in the day with pieces of sharpened coal in his sack and some clean sheets of paper. He would then head off to the docks of ol' Promenade.

He loved the morning it was always the best time to sketch without interruptions.

The whole town would be asleep due to the excess partying they had partook in the previous night.

A merchant trader by the name of Greg Lake had returned from his adventures in the East Indies.

The poor tavern was a wreck but the owner, Carl Palmer didn't care for once he also joined in on the festivities, as did the painter.

Though unlike the others who couldn't handle the nectar of the Gods.

He knew how to hold his own, very well, which is how he became known as The Son Of Dionysus.

And for that sole fact is why he was the only one awake this early in the day and this is how he preferred it.

He was sketching to his heart's content drawing the best he has in days, he must admit.

That was till something shot off in the distance breaking him out of his deep creative daze.

He looked ahead and saw black sails, the blackest he's ever seen.

Upon the ship's flag there branded was a majestical ecliptic moon in all her glory.

She was surround by the pitch contrast of the sails making it looked as if they plucked her from the skies themselves.

"Well today started out peaceful." Grumbled the artist annoyed at the sudden interruption of his alone time.

Just then everyone began to spill out of all the buildings surrounding the port of Promenade to see the commotion.

Among them was the owner of the tavern looking completely in shock and the celebrated merchant wearing a lady's night coat.

The looming ship made port shaking the dock when it did.

The people stared with baited breaths awaiting the occupants to deperse from the floating ominous looking vessel.

A deck board was slammed onto the dock causing the crowd to reel backwards a bit.

A figure walked out looking as if he were ready to take on the world.

He had a large portion of his face disfigured, by a huge gash made by that of a sword.

Behind him another man followed suit wearing an eye patch and picking his teeth sinisterly with a dagger.

The ladies who were previously clutching onto the merchant were now being drawn to these mysterious strangers.

More men came out one had a glass eye and a face with so many scars he resembled an Amadillo.

Behind him was a dark haired man with guns a plenty strapped to his person.

Another younger looking man was at the brunette's side he looked too innocent to be apart of these cutthroats he must've been the captain's son.

And finally a man with a glorious blood red velvet coat to put any regal's garment to shame, up top his head he wore a single crow feather in his luxurious looking captain's hat.

"I be Mad Eye and this be me crew and we demand everything ye have! Or ol' Sid 'ere 'll paint the decks with yer innards." The captain hollered pointing to the man messing with a dagger.

"Now you listen here ye burly bunch of scoundrels we are a peaceful port and we don't appreciate ye heathens!" A somewhat young looking man said standing his ground against the captain.

The captain pulled out his pistol and shot the man right in the heart without making eye contact with his target.

The crowd gasped and cowered at the scene that just befell them as the crew of the ship cheered on the captain as if he t'were a celebrated hero.

"He just shot Mr. Alexander Promenade!" A woman cried possibly his wife, Rhiannon.

The captain brushed off their shock and glares as he took whatever Mr. Alexander had to offer.

His crew on the other hand advanced on the people mostly going for the women of course, being at sea for years on end men have needs even the sea-farring adventure can't satiate.

Some of the ladies flocked to the pirates while the others were dragged off kicking and screaming, with the town people only able to watch.

"You can't do that!" The merchant yelled.

The captain turned and walked right up to the blonde haired man, they stood face to face.

Neither one backing down though the captain had a good foot over the other man he didn't falter his glare.

"Don't ye be a hero boy-o ye saw what happened to the other man who went up against thee." The captain growled and the merchant backed down but never broke his glare.

The captain pushed him out of the way as if he were mere sand on his coat and made his way towards his men.

Before entering the building he glanced back towards the merchant's direction and spoke in a low yet serious tone,

"Ye have spirit lad." And with that he then turned away disappearing into the tavern.

Carl ran after them holding his head and hoping they didn't destroy his semi fixed establishment but knew that was hopeful thinking when it came to pirates.

The merchant stood there in awestruck usually the pirates he met were less forthcoming and always chucking insults, this was the first time he was told he had anything positive by one of them.

"You alright, Lake?" The painter near him asked.

"Yeah, 'm alright, Keith." He mumbled absentmindedly.

"Wonder what they thought of your dress." Chuckled the painter.

"My dress?" The merchant inquired quizzically.

The painter pointed down to the merchant's ensemble, and the merchant followed with his eyes to where the painter's finger pointed.

"Fuck." The merchant swore outwardly trying to cover himself with his hands.

"At least it matches yer eyes!" The painter laughed louder taking off his coat and offering it to the now embarrassed man.

At this remark the merchant gave the painter the finger and snatched the offered garment out of his hands and wrapped himself up in it.

"Make Fast Ye Souls!"

"Keith?" The merchant said after the painter's laughter died down.

"Yes Gryscha?" Keith chuckled.

"I swear to--" Greg glared at him balling up his fists ready to knock the painter out.

"I'm jokin' jeez, what's on your mind?" Keith replied putting his hands up in a defence stance.

"Let's be Pirates."

Keith's eyes widen, "What?!" He screamed out loud.

Now it was Greg's turn to put his hands up, "Here me out." He said calmly.

"I'd expect this kind of lunacy from a fisherman, but not you." Keith blurted out without thinking.

"Says the son of Dionysus." Greg bit back.

"Proud of that name I earned it." Keith said looking proud of himself.

"By being a mad man!" Greg shouted at the prideful man.

"By drinking the best under tables!" Keith boasted louder and then laughed kind heartedly.

"That's the kind of attitude that pirates need!" Greg growled at the now laughing Keith.

Keith chuckled louder at the merchants angered expression, "Clearly you've been in the sun too long, Lake."

"Where's your sense of adventure Emerson?!" Yelled an annoyed merchant.

"That's the kind of attitude that's gets you killed!" Said the tavern owner who had made himself part of their conversation.

Greg turned around and glared daggers at the brunette, "Stay out of this Palmer!" He hissed.

Keith got between the two, before it turned into a recreation of yesterday, "Carl, he wants us to join those characters in your tavern!" He said a matter of factly.

Greg gave a side look at Keith, "Well I was actually talking about us." He finished this sentence by slowly staring back at a Carl with a smug smirk the owner hated.

Keith looked at Greg with a confused expression, "What's wrong with Palmer?" He asked.

Greg pulled Keith near him, "He's too, uh, pleasant to be around, you know, a bit childish." He said loud enough for the third member to hear him.

Carl pushed Keith out of the way and advanced on the blonde, "I'll give you childish, Lake, when I shove my boot up your ar--"

Keith grabbed Carl by the arms and held him back, "Easy! Killer! You can join!"

Greg pinched the bridge of his nose annoyed, "If he gets us killed I'm gonna make your life a living hell in the after life." He swore low and venomously.

[From what I heard was they did fight and someone said something about egos sooo... Yeah I made them a bit OCC Keith is the painter who enjoys rum, nature, etc. Greg's a merchant who has a sense for adventure... Carl is a kind hearted guy but crossed he's a mad dog 😉]

* Yersterday's backstory was Carl got into a brawl with some other bar goer and ended up decking the blonde in the face... Then over the bar table they went at it like a cat and dog... Keith was laughing to hard and cheering them on to pull them apart hence why he's helping now... 😅