The Capitan of Hope sat easy on his chair as new survivors hopped on his ship to Heaven’s Peak.

His black beard contrasted with his clean, neat white uniform, and his blue eyes matched the color of the ocean he sailed on. He was always a bit drunk with rum; he said rum sharpens his senses on the sea and makes him cut through the most terrifying waves that the ocean has to offer.

The crew laughed and smiled at his joke until they saw how their captain saved all of them more than once with his black rum bottle in his hand on the ocean, ready to swallow them whole deep, but acted as if he were the one in charge and calmed the waves.

His crew still smiles when he says rum sharpens his senses, but now that smile comes from the heart, and they feel secure and protected as long as they serve with him, Captain Atard.

But now he had a new order from the Sheriff’s office: ‘to sing the song of Bermuda, and may all his fellow captains raise from the deep and spread all over the oceans and the seas, and gather all humans who desire to sail to Heaven’s Peak’.

“Poor bastards, what the hell have you made of this beautiful earth for yourself that you prefer to live with demons rather than your kind?” He whispered to himself and laughed drunkenly. It was always hard to tell if he was laughing or crying when he was drowning in booze in his blood. The crew liked to believe it was a peal of laughter, but as usual, Atard left some room for doubt in the hearts of his crew.

Hope delivered a hundred souls to HP as usual, but this week brought no one back home as planned before.

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Attard ordered his crew to shoot down any survivor who tried to sneak on the Hope. A few tried and fell with a bullet in their hearts or chests.

“Sorry, dear survivors, change of plans. You will get back next week. Good luck and stay the fuck away from Hope,” he said through speakers on the ship as it sailed away.

The sound of loud cries and screams could be heard from the dock on the Moonland, but Atard drank his rum and didn’t care.

In the center, he sailed, and there began the ritual of the deep.

Massive waves of the ocean moved like black mountains charging toward Hope, but Hope never drowns; she is the pure light in the dark, a star that shines the brightest as it gets darker.

Hope flows on the ocean like a duck toy in the tub, and Captain Atard gets to the ship’s nose and brings pure rum to the ocean from the black bottle that never ran out of liquid.

“Ooooow Ocean, Oooooow Ocean, give me back my brethren who died lusting for your endlessness.” He shouted, and the ocean reacted with more terrorizing waves sent at Hope.

“Oh, love, you like teasing me now,” shouted Atard, halting on the metal bars guarding him from falling into the ocean.

“Alright, love, drink more. I’ll give you all I have left,” he said, winking at the ocean.

Lightning landed near the captain, almost blinding him, but he was a fighter before he was a lover of the ocean and needed a hero to save her.

“Hold tight, cunts; I’m going to dive deep inside.” Atard almost gaged on the rum and got ready to dive. He wished his crew luck and hoped that they heard because waves drown sounds and souls along with the body.

“One last kiss, my black beauty,” Atard said to his black bottle and dove.

An hour later, the ocean calmed, and the sun shone on Hope and what was left of her crew.

A hundred ships rose from the depths, like Hope, but with different names, and Captain Atard came back alive.

He was saved by his crew and dragged back to Hope.

“Still got it,” he said, laughing.

With a hundred and one ships spread all over the world, Heaven’s Peak has opened its borders to all.