"I was barely 13 when my father's ship was attacked by a royal fleet. Cannons tore through the wood like paper, fire spreading everywhere."
Nox listened with a serious look on his face. It felt as if he could picture everything in his head—the fire, the screams, and the wreckage.
Dorran's voice cracked with emotion. This was a sensitive topic, one he didn't like sharing frequently, as it always triggered old wounds he had been trying to cover up.
"That day, he had just given up his weapons and swore to the king of the Vermilion Kingdom that he would turn away from the life of a pirate," he continued. "All the treasures he had hoarded over the years, he returned every single one to the king and made peace with his enemies, compensating them for any wrongs he had done."
"Why…" Nox asked, his eyes flashing with genuine curiosity. "Why try to turn a new leaf after going so deep?"
