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During the Times, when the Caribbean was as untamed as in the years past, when bloodthirsty pirates and gold hungry Merchants came there to satisfy their needs, lived a man under the name of Frederick Worrow. Born in London he has dreamt of the sea ever since he has seen the coast and vast blue space behind it. When he joined the Royal Navy his love toward it became even stronger, and so unknowingly the sea became his lover and then wife. After years of faithful service he went up the high ladder of promotions, each time satisfying the needs and wishes of the wildly waves and treacherous winds. Upon becoming captain he has reached an unnamed English port and was invited by the Governor for a glass of wine and a chat on business. The upcoming years were looking grim, for the French were in their mischiefís again and steadily more ships disappeared into the void.

Yet not only this occurred that evening, for from his seat in the dining hall Frederick spotted a girl whose beauty could had been only matched to that of the wild sea. Her name was Emily. Almost immediately the loyal captain decided to betray the sea and stay on land to fulfill his dreams of love and marriage. But the sea did not forget this, it waited for a moment to exact revenge.

Years have passed without a note, the sound of vows being spoken before numerous guests still hung in the air, and on one night a babyís cry was heard. Days of much happiness, comfort and new hopes had come, but the world could not lay dormant. A war has started and once more Frederick was forced to fight for the homeland. A new frig was made for him, unnamed, but with a crew and will to fight. On its blessing day, before he left port the ship was named Emilyís Rose, since the ship was a masterpiece of carpentry and shipwright, and was meant to honor the name of the only person Fredrick truly loved. But as he left the port, with hopes of victory his first wifeís patience has long been depleted. When out, enjoying a walk at the seaís side, leaving solid boot marks in the white sand, an unseen tidal wave has swept over her. Even through prayer and hope Emily was unable to fight the monstrous sea and she was swallowed up never to be seen again.

Those that had seen this swear that not far away, somewhere on the sea, stood a woman, covered only by her longly hair, she laughed as Emily was kidnapped by the wrathful sea. Some say she was the sea itself or a witch that commanded it to do so. The child though was safe, unknowing that its mother was now gone, it played with the maid whose destiny would be to look over it until it grows and takes its fate in its own hands. Yet, this is not all that occurred. When the war was over, and Frederick returned home the discovery of his wifeís death almost killed him where he stood. He wept for months and it is said that his tears as they dropped into the sea turned red, as if cutting wounds in the sea. On the 91st day after the discovery, without speaking a word he sailed off alone on the Emily Rose. Nobody knew how could he alone master the frigate. Far away from land, exhausted and mad he cursed the sea. Madness and anger flew through his veins. Each passing word grew stronger until thunder bolts came down from the skies and waves the height never seen before tried to sweep the captain away to stop his curses.

Most likely the captain with his ship had drowned. Those who believe in legends claim that the Captainís thirst of revenge was so strong that the sea tried to swallow him up, but instead spat him out for it was unable to cool him down and the captainís will brought him and the ship back up. When it returned the ship was a shade of its former self, manned by only itís captain and a ghostly crew of others like Frederick. Sometimes during the wildest of storms it is said that you can hear the Captainís howls and curses. If you ever spot a coming storm, which strikes fear in the hearts of even the toughest sailors that be the ghost of the Emily Rose and its captain who endlessly battles the sea to get back his only true love.

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