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It happened near "brutal wave", was the name of my suburb where I grew up. My name is Kirill Wave, at the time I was 14, then my father died on his ship when he went on a journey with his friends pirates.

It took many years for me, from the moment I walked in the footsteps of my father, I decided to become a pirate, and even found the kind of friends and companions that would carry out my purpose! All my fellow pirates called Bald head, brutal tooth, fiery eyes and a solid heart. I think no need to say what they had been unique, it's obvious. In our suburb, went to a legend that in the middle of the ocean, where he was the brutal wave(I'm talking about real waves, not my suburb) there was a chest of jewels, gems and different expensive pieces. My mom was sick with a terrible disease and we didn't have enough money even for medicines, I liked it was because I had replaced the father in my difficult age. Then I told my comrades at the risk and expense that would go to hell to the point and get the chest to cure my mom, to my surprise, all agreed, and you know why? They were orphans and my mother cared for them in their difficult moments of life.

I don't want to disclose our perseverance and difficulties for this trunk, all the same in the books about pirates, really. The most important thing was that we all still found and he was on top of a rock, covered in sea moss and crabs on the cover. Most surprising was for me and glad that this crab "wore" on their claw daddy's wedding ring. When mom found out about it after the treatment she was delighted and cried and said to me "you and your companions the good pirates in this world".

P.S. je te jure, j’ai jamais inventé des histoires à propos des pirates. j’espere de bien t’avoir aidé.