Ensnare~ (Tay)

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The harsh sound of yelling sailers filled the air, and Marcus turned slowly, his hands clasped behind his back. The cool, salty sea breeze tossed his black hair around his face, his deep olive eyes looking to where a slight scuffle had broke out between the men. Sometimes he swore this job was to much, this duty not suited to him. But he couldn't complain, wouldn't complain. Not now. Not after his father had died, doing this very thing. He shook his head slightly, his rough hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his side. The worn handle fit into his hand perfectly, and his fingers tightened around it as he watched the fight progress bit by bit. Most of the men here were older than him anyway, so he saw no need to break up the fights that broke out, not unless they were life threatening. Turning away from the scene, he lifted his hand and placed his palm back on the rough wooden wheel, his fingers tapping upon its surface slightly.
He gazed out into the distace, the sun starting to dip down under the horizon. The sky was painted beautiful shades of pink and orange, casting the pallet upon the waves that lapped against the boat, occasionally spraying salt water into the air and misting the face of the young captain and his crew.
The wind gently played in the sails, making them billow outwards and push them through the ocean. A sudden sound made Marcus lifted his head, and look to his right. Near the bow of the ship, a pod of sleek dolphins leaped out of the water, their smooth, wet skin catching the golden light of the sinking sun and flashing momentarily, before the creatures fell back down under the water. They rose again in a few seconds, keeping up with the ship easily.
Marcus let a small, pleased smile touch his lips, and closed his eyes momentarily. He took in a deep breath, breathing in the salty sea air. Legend told that the ocean, the breeze ensnared you for life, and he swore it already had. He felt more at home out on the ocean then he could ever feel on land.
Only a few days before, much of the crew had been slain by the harsh onslaught of a large village they had tried to raid. He silently cursed himself for letting so many men die, but didn't let his emotions show. He needed to be strong, for his men, and also for himself. For his father, who he dearly missed with all of his heart.
As he thought, his heart gave a familiar pang of longing and regret. Pushing the feelings aside, he turned from the wheel, his sharp green eyes looking around the deck. Most of the men were busy at work, but some were leaning against the side rails and drawing on large pipes they had stolen from the villagers. Marcus hated the smell, and his nose wrinkled slightly as it wafted towards him. Ignoring it, he turned back to the wheel just as the last rays of sunlight dissapeared, casting the ocean and ship into a light shadow, that was deeping by the second.

(Alright. I hope its alright, but I didn't have much time to type it up. I was working on homework while doing this. They are heading for land to recruit new crew members, where your character may come into play.)