To them he held no name, the young man with snow-colored long hair draping down his back and eyes so blue a person might be reminded of the ocean should they look inside them closely. Important to them he was not. Very expendible perhaps, had his easily-aquired philfering skills the youth might've been tossed from the ship a great while ago. Somehow, he managed in surviving such a fate by watching the other crude ship hands adapt to their surroundings. Becoming as dishonest and rogue as they had been. It was the only way to be a part of the ship his cruel siblings sold him to about a year ago. Now thinking back upon it he assumed it was longer. Either way he hated them for doing so and if given the opportunity he'd repay the unfunny joke back worse than they could imagine. Pay them back for robbing him of his homeland and becoming the next king when their father passed on. That was the thing they feared the most, him becoming king and the greatness he'd bring. Bastards they were, he cursed them each day his time on the ship was prolonged. At sea for weeks now, a destination for the massive ship appearing like a pirate vessel seemed highly unlikely. The savage crew opted to entertain themselves in man to man combat with the occasional fish catch. Him, no, wasn't his scene. He liked to keep to himself away from the senseless fighting where the red-haired, single eye captain placed the highest bets on whom should win while he typically stayed in the cargo hold sleeping or rather reading. He laid buried behind crates atop of some sturdy straw with the kerosine latern nearby flickering uncontrollably. His blue pupils drifted over the passage of the book. A swordplay novellete by Hans Gorahn, a noted author in his desert country Shiri. He thumbs the page over particularly intrigued by a skill of the sword involving back motions. It wasn't like he had a weapon of his own but he was quite skilled and it did not hurt to study more impressive techniques just in case.
His hair falls loose over his shoulders, his face is a little thin. He has a slender yet muscular body hidden underneath baggy green slacks and a cotton white shirt with rolled up sleeves. Other than the lantern, the cargo hold was pitch black. He lifted his head thinking he heard something or maybe somebody interrupting his time. His eyes narrowed as he closed his already worn novel and shut the lantern down. He heard the fighting above cease and now shouting. He turned on his back folding his arms behind his head sighing. ''All hands on deck! We're heading into the middle of the storm!'' He heard the frantic cry from the captain above unlike anything he heard of before. This was the same captain who bought him and threw him overboard his first night on the ship. He luckily lived to tell the tale. Now the captain needed him along with everybody else, forgive the youth if he wasn't feeling up to par in helping the same man responsible for him not being in Shiri currently.
He closed his eyes only for a moment until the rough jerking of the ship landed him in a corner. He reached for his . He abandoned the cargo hold eventually migrating to the deck where thick clouds of pitch black color formulated together a trecherous sky coupled with lightning, even the seas had grown unmistakenably horried. Water thrashed from above and below and nothing could prevent the destruction to the magnificant vessel. He stood around watching the other fools try to save something which was already lost. This was a sign! This was his freedom and all he had to do was take it. He became drenched in rain sliding to the railing trying to keep from being thrown over. ''What are ye doing boy? Help keep those sails firm!'' The ruggied captain shouted as he used a single hand to steer the wheel. ''That is not my name.'' ''Not ye name eh? Aye'll whip that purchased arse if its not up that ladder by the time aye complete this sentence!'' The youth grimaced, he was no longer going to be whipped. He turned around sliding the other way as the ship rocked back and forth and the captain kept shouting. Now his goond, a couple of crew hands, stood before the boy. They had weapons, he did not. The fight hardly seemed fair. Either way this was fate and he'd go down fighting or at least trying. He cracked his knuckles turning to the side taunting them with the surge of his finger. All together they rushed towards him. Not exactly the right thing to do, taunting men with swords, he punched his aggressor on the right while taking a horrific gut kick which knocked the wind out of him. The boy staggered back countering with....nothing. He is seized by his waist, lifted high into the air where his legs become weapons to kick another in the face then elbowing the person who held him. Now freed, he tumbled on the wood reaching for a small calabre sword splitting a man where a man should never be split. The youth rolls over on his knees jumping back. ''Water spout ye idoits!'' The captain screamed.
The guy turned his head to the side catching a fist as well. The impact made him see stars a little as well as the enormous white swirling water spout spiraling closer and closer to the ship. ''Oh....'' No sooner did it register for a curse word that the white-haired former prisoner become lifted off his feet along with his battle enemies. All he could taste was water and feel the rapid wind combined threatened to tear his body apart. A shout was forced down his throat with some water. Okay so maybe this was a little messed up on fate's part but this couldn't possibly be the end could it? It wouldn't be much of a roleplay if it was which happens to be open to anyone so please do join. The before pitch black clouds slowly dispersed to a light gray lifting from atop each other allowing some sunlight to pass through. Where the massive ship had been now lied only broken pieces, reduced ash. Among that ash was the youth floating on a stable wood piece unconscious in his own mind.
He floated unaware in the vast ocean blue water as possibly the only survivor of the wreckage. Time turned from seconds into minutes into nightfall that he kept adrift floating in no particular direction. From nightfall came another day when the youth was washed ashore with reminents to the ship before. ''Ugh...'' A groan escaped his lips. His eyelids opened revealing the blank expression on his face. Voices, he thought he heard more voices and then it came flooding to him what happened and how of a pickle he may perhaps be in. Sore and injured, he rolled off his back into the hot sand ducking low as he saw people wandering from the forest inspecting. No these weren't his pirate fiends but others. Where had he come to? The youth is spotted, somebody points in his direction. He throws himself to his feet utterly racked so much pain it takes him some moments to even gather the energy to move. A jog then a drunken sprint, he is into the forest and away from whomever those people were. The bushes are thick as is the darkened forest-into peril yet again.
''What is going on here? I'm not being captured-'' He had taken a step forward not seeing the trap set in rope form. It entangles his ankle suspending him into the air swinging like an idoit in the air. ''Ughhhhhh!!!!!'' He felt all the blood in his body draining to his head and a death fitting for him to be so careless. ''Hah hah I got him! I got him!'' A small child jumps up from the bushes crying victory. The child walks up to him smiling ''I'm going to get the toy I wanted when my papa sells you!!! Hah hah!'' ''.....''All he could do was just grimace. How in the world could he get from one seller only to be sold by another?! This was just pathetic. Even what more was that when the adults came they knocked him unconscious. How very pathetic indeed.....

(So yeah he's in a little fix...if you would like to help him get out of it please join otherwise....he might be sold again...help this prince out of this situation. Someone...anyone...please.)