Riptide

Acient Accident

On planet Earth, there is only one way to revive a decomposing human being or living creature. Atlantis.
The home of empires and empires before time when magic was industrial and a key aspect to modern nature. Years had past while Atlantis had sunken into the depths of the sea, becoming completely barricaded by coral reef after coral reef, almost impossible to find, but not entirely.

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The ship came to a screeching stop, slowly emerging the soft sugary sand, as the white nymphs of sails fluttered in the clear crisp wind. A drawbridge was slammed into the shore slightly painting water on the sturdy but hollow kneel on the side of the boat
This was home.
Banked ashore, a slim, well-fit male teen popped his head up from wiping his brow with the bottom of his vest and beamed a heavenly smile.
His name is Jack Redwood.
Occupation? Well, one rascal of a young hot pirate, sailing around the seas keeping nearby sailors captive, or maybe exploring ruins that mainland settlers haven't professed  yet. Whatever helped Jack in the black market, which was fundamental to survival. Unless you wanted to drink the salty sweet coconut juice with dirty palms and ragged clothing, then so be it. Jack walked out to the hull gleaming with cheeks scrunching the center of his nose into wrinkles.
"Home!", he hollered with a raspy voice due to sailing for a certain amount of weeks. Jack swiveled his head around looking back into the makeshift bunker his lethargic boat mate had made, "Get your ass in gear pretty boy- you can't possibly take all day to get out of your little sleep fest." After he finished this sentence he hurled over board into the shallow water, not that the bridge was already put down, but for fun sake. "Shut it Redwood. Your disrespect is disgraceful.", groaned yet another raspy male. "Yeah, yeah-", Jack shouted in the water as he rushed, stumbling to shore.
Today would change everything for the dork.