After two days, June’s consciousness returned as she was aboard a small ship at sea. She leaped from the bed in search of her sister, but instead encountered Howarding.

Aged and robust, Howarding possessed a large belly and brimming white beard, matched with a gentle voice and rare softness for a man - qualities even rarer in pirates.

Of course, none of this mattered. She was furious and couldn't contain her anger.

As she yelled at him, june took a blade and advancing towards the old Howarding.

"How dare you! Why did you take me from my sister? I will never forgive you, old man!" she seethed.

"However, your sister was most likely sold to nobles as a servant," calmly responded Howarding, disarming her. "What do you plan to do now?" he inquired.

Julie cast her eyes downward, feeling powerless. She couldn't even escape from a simple wagon - “that’s why her father had sold us” she thought.

Feeling hopeless, she locked herself inside the ship's deck for three days, refusing to eat or drink, crouched in a dark corner, anticipating death's embrace.

Unable to bear her despondent behavior any longer, Howarding, who had endured numerous battles and lost many comrades, finally broke down the door and forcibly took hold of her.

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"Someone is waiting for you - your sister. She would never give up on you," he mused.

Julie glanced at him, her face void of emotion.

"She is out there, waiting for someone who will never come. Don’t you pity her?" And with those words, Howarding gave her a loaf of bread, then walker toward the door.

"The sea will either bring your salvation or consume you in its depths," he warned before closing the door. you gotta choose.”

As he closed the door, he mused to himself about all the situation . He strode for several more meters before the sound of the door opening and a splash caught his attention.

"The redhead jumped into the sea," one of his pirates announced.

"Stop the boat!" Hawarding yelled, giving the order to halt.

Feeling a twinge of regret, he anxiously scanned the water, as did his crew. But there was no sign of the girl. He stomped his foot, wondering, "Could she be under the boat or taken by something? Did she even know how to swim?"

About 5 minutes later, he was caught by surprise by the voice, coming from behind his back

"Then teach me, old man. How do I get my sister back?" The voice whispered behind him.

It was the girl, she had let the sea decide her fate, and her body told her to live.

Now she was there, the water dripping from her clothes to the old wooden deck, and her eyes fiercely looking to Howarding.

In that moment he knew, the little June was gone.

“ Right there I see you, Julie” he answered and continued. “I won’t be taking easy on you, so you better don’t take easy too, little one”

*****

From that day years passed, and the girl grew into a young woman. Her once warm sapphire eyes now held a coldness, but her aura radiated that of a captain. She had grown up with that crew and had captured the hearts of each member. By the age of 12, she could defeat half of the crew in a sword fight.

At 17, she made history as the youngest captain-major ever and the first to successfully break into the Pope's state and steal the holy relics. She earned the title and respect as Captain Julia Rogers, known as the "blood Emerald."

And if you were wondering about the name, she was a gem that everyone desired to possess, but the last thing those who crossed her path saw before meeting their bloody end.

By the time she turned 20, she was one of the four most feared pirates in the nation, with a crew of 200 skilled men.