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    Marcus lead his crew quietly through the streets of the shipping town. They had just arrived in Port Lavita on the coast of Hugo Island. Lavita, best known for its beautiful exotic plants, was a small town with a huge profit. They had heard of the town from an old rum exporter off the coast of Ireland and Marcus and his crew were more then eager to explore the unique area. Their plan was simple, get in, grab what you could, and kill anyone in your way. No one was worried, this would be their seventeenth raid in that year.

    Captain Marcus Blake was the master mind behind the operation. He was a tall and slightly muscular boy. Marcus had midnight black hair that went to his shoulders, and dark emerald green eyes that showed his calm cold personality. Marcus’s father was the original captain but an unfortunate accident clamed his life five years earlier. When he died he left hid fourteen year old son in charge of not only the crew, but his twelve year old daughter as well. Despite his age, the crew respected and loved him as family

    “Captain, when do we begin the raid?” a deep voice asked from behind Marcus

    “Soon, very soon. Darrin I need to find the mayors home, where is it?” Marcus said over hid shoulder to his uncle.

    Darrin was only two years older then Marcus’s father. He was appointed right hand of the captain before he died and continued afterward. Marcus loved his uncle dearly for his help and strict kindness. Darrin however, was barely a foot taller then Marcus and just as calm. He was a very muscular man, but had no need to be. He had dirty blond hair with pieces of brown though out it. He also had light sea green eyes that revealed his light heart and playful soul.

    Marcus eyed his crew, who were hidden behind shipping barrels and cargo bens. With one last look around, spotting his target, he gave the signal. The men then moved out fast and quietly. Within minutes they where lined up with a door and waiting for the next command. Marcus walked quietly to the door of the mayors house. He looked over proudly at his men as they stood waiting patiently for his command. With a slight nod of his head, the crew moved fast, kicking in doors, shooting, and yelling. Screams quickly filled the air. Marcus smiled as he too kicked in the door in front of him. The raid had finally begun.