4-Belonging.

The rushing water blasted against morgans body and the cold shock blasted his system awake his eyes shot open and they darted around while the water flushed them open and also watched his whole body. Ramsay jerked the rope and pulled the boy up and held him in a hanging way.

Ramsay looked down and Morgan looked up, "HEY OLD MAN WHATCHA DOING HERE" Morgan let loose a shout and Ramsay sneered at him. "Didn't I tell you not to sleep upon the deck?" Ramsay said with a roll of his eyes brushing off morgan's question. The youth tugged at the rope and attempted to pull himself up. A smile crept up on Ramsay's face and he gripped the rope tighter.

"Seeing as you have broken through and became a Low-level Brawler, it's time I show you the difference between someone like you and someone like me." sneered saying while he looked down. A Light orange glow wave started to pulse in Ramsay's body, the wave flowed down the rope with a vivid hunger.

"RAMSAY!!" The shout echoed out on the ship and Captain Bellamy Stood on the upper deck and eyed Ramsay's

"Ohh shit it's the captain"

"Duck he might not see you if you hide sum"

A few of the crewmen attempted to avoid the eyesight of their captain and dip in front of some cargo. Ramsay released a deep sigh and the glowing ray barreling down the rope stopped and retracted back into Ramsay's palms while he began to pull the slightly shaken morgan up for the bow of the ship.

Ramsay grabbed the youth's arm and tosses him up, morgan was livid, All this time he had gotten used to the chef's antics. "See it's that family bond they have," One of the crewmen watching said. Morgan's head tilted over in the direction of the person who said it and thought of his situation and forced his temper down. "Fuck," he said under his breath and started staring at Ramsay, and in response, the chef chose to ignore him and walked off.

***

"Morgan, Come up here" Bellamy the captain spoke out and morgan stiffened up, turn and head up to the captain's quarters. The quarters sat on the upper deck of the ship and as morgan stepped into it, The air changed, and as if another world greeted him a completely different scene took fourth. In the center of the room sat a large round table map and behind that sat an eloquent desk with papers all over it and behind that a window peering out into the sea.

"Why is it all white" he spoke to himself as he whipped his head around. looking at all the decorative things from crystals to weapons littered about. Bellamy stood by the window looking out and waved his hand over at the shocked boy. It is to be noted that the outside of the ship was not this clean and eloquent, it looked more like a ghost ship than anything, with dark and old wood running all around. The boy walked over and stood in front of the desk and looked up.

"You have entered into our realm now young one. your no longer the weak little boy that stowed away on the ship month and a half ago so watch yourself, And don't mind Ramsay he's from a different world than us, he was born on top and while the rest of us were born in the slums he's seen what the heights look like and what it means to fall from it so he's always on edge".

Morgan didn't respond, from the moment he stepped into this room he felt like there was something at his neck, His body felt stronger and his senses were better. "Yes sir" he responded and the captain ushered him out but as he reached the door Bellamy spoke "From now on you will be serving me and not that damned chef, don't be late.

***

From that day on the ship changed, from then on at the crack of dawn, the sounds of heavy grunting and the heavy beating of flesh could be heard from the deck of the ship. Morgan and Ramsay were always locked in fierce hand-to-hand combat and no one stopped even when Ramsay had beaten morgan into the ground.

"Your getting better you little shit" Ramsay sounded out as he leaned up and flashed his knuckle that was splattered with blood on it. Morgan shot him a glare and sneer as he pushed himself off the ground. It's been 3 months since he broke into the Brawlers realm and all he's been doing is fighting the big fucker before him. "Waaaaht not going to say anything big mouth" Ramsay began throwing insult's one after the other.

"Fuck you," Morgan said under his breath and started wiping down his hands.

"BOOM" The sudden explosion ripped through the ship and fire kissed the air with life, The crew shot to the surface and everyone's head was on a swivel. Bellamy darted out of his room and barked his orders.

"MAN THE SAILS"

"ALL HANDS ON DECK"

Morgan ran up to the upper deck and peered behind the ship and there he says it, a massive Warship and its flag flying the Black with the skull of a Dagatha Beast. The youth internally shrank until and hand grasp his shoulder, "Listen to me Kid, We are not going to make it out of this and so we need you at least to make it out of this, I don't need another kids death on my hands" Bellamy handed morgan a thick rock and pointed to a boat descending the ship.

Morgan looked up and the words couldn't come out "It's Happening again" He thought and his head turned to look at the towering mountain next to the captain looking down with a grin, "Don't give us that face, This is the world we chose, either Beast kills you or People don't forget your choices must be yours" Ramsay said in a smooth tone and the latter "Replied this is not my choice" but the words still didn't come out.

"Hurry" Bellamy pulled his shoulder and shoved him towards the boat and as he was tumbling forward the echo of a Thank you rolled from his lips, The smoke from the ship covered the men's faces and more cannonballs whistled through the air.

"BOOM"

"BOOM"

"Screams echoed out and the two shadowy figures could be seen whipping threw the air and crashing into the side of the massive warship.

the cries of men never stopped and the roar of cannons never slowed, Morgan stared out helpless but kept rowing he knew nothing could be done by him "Swoosh" the little paddle of the boat cut through the water and the smoke with the sun beaming down didn't leave much place for hiding. Morgan's mind raced for a solution and but nothing came to mind until a roar echoed out. This was a beast and tentacles shot out of the crystal blue sea.

It was not time to overthink anymore he made his choice and grab a piece of cloth off the boat and put the mysterious rock in it wrapped it around himself and jumped out of the boat and began diving down to cover his escapes, cannon shells dropped in feet and meters away flinging his body from left to right. The pounding of his heart raced and wouldn't come down, Morgan's eye broke open, and sand the orange glow of the setting sun was on his face.

"Hey boy" A shout echoed out.