Kaail was born into the life of piracy, from a young age his father Godrik, a pirate captain, took him on the high seas. He soon came used to the unsteady rhythm of the life and even though he was destined for captaincy he still had to start from the bottom. He progressed through the ranks on board with much speed and gained respect of many in his father's crew. His mother, Catherine, was a loving soul and had taught Kaail before he had gone to sea with his father. They were back at port after a good haul from a trade ship they had plundered. It was night and there was a scream from downstairs, Kaail and his father woke simultaneously and rushed downstairs just in time to see his mother burnt alive by magic. The sorcerer swivelled round and Kaail collapsed, a screaming pain inside his head. He saw his father on the ground too, blood pooling around him...then he blacked out. Kaail became the captain, the change in leadership from his father to him went smoothly because the crew saw much of Godrik in him. He was tall with long blonde hair, thickly built and a sight to behold, but he was a gentle giant. He had the desire for wealth as many a pirate had, but despised killing innocents, something he had gained from his mother and her death. Kaail managed to strike a deal with Gor'undeir, a tradesman of questionable ethics. He had just traded for almost a hold full of spices more a fairly cheap price, near Windjammers bay. He knew he could sell these easily for double somewhere Gor'undeir could not. He was getting about moving the spices when he thought he recognised someone, a shadowy figure cloaked from top to toe in a long dark robes that hid all but his face. "Who's that?" Kaail asked, pointing towards the the man. "He goes by the name of Karid, although I doubt that's his real name. He payed me a large sum of money for transport to Belinara, no questions asked, no fuss." That was when Kaail noticed that the man had been muttering to himself the whole time. Kaail walked up to the map, spun him round and said "Do I know..." That was when it dawned on him, this was the sorcerer who had killed his family. The sorcerer stopped muttering and smiled, simply smiled. "I'll kill you! You murderer!" Kaail screamed, drawing his cutlass. But before he could finish the act, the ship rumbled and listed dangerously. "What the...?" he said, confused. Then suddenly tentacles longer than 20 sailors laid down flew up into the air all around the ship, they crashed down with tremendous force splintering people and wood alike. "Kraken!" people yelled. Kaail's sailors instinctivley ran to their captains aid, swords drawn. It was no use, and they knew it. They ran back to their ship with Kaail in the lead, knowing it would go down second. By the time they had managed to get onto their ship, the other went down with a large splash, spraying salt water everywhere. There was a moment of silence and no-one dared to breath. "Maybe it's gone?" said one of the sailors. "It's coming up!" screamed the boy in the crows nest, as he had a better view from up high. The kraken rammed the ship violently, sending men flying into the air as the ship began to list, taking on water from a gaping hole in the hull. Moments later the ship was gone, doomed to the depths. Kaail had somehow survived, his luck was good, but he wasn't in the mood to celebrate, his ship was gone, his crew and friends were gone, and the spice was gone. And there was that man... Kaail has been trying to rebuild his life from nothing and when he does, he shall set sail once more, but with different motives...