Atticus Fletcher was sitting in a coach with his father weaving their way down the bumpy London streets to the docks. He had already said goodbye to his mother and older brother, he who would be starting at the university this upcoming semester. Unfortunately for Atticus, his parents didn't have the money to send both of their beloved boys to school... So Atticus was going to be shipped of as ship's boy in the Royal Navey with God knows what kind of street urchins as peers. Atticus was an aristocrat, he deserved a post as Midshipman at the least... But Ship's boy was all his family could afford for him so he will have to work himself up the ranks. And to think, that ship will be picking up five other young boys to be his companions without taking so much as a penny from their families... Of course they probably didn't even have a penny... Or a family. Atticus' coach rolled up to the docks just as a rather dirty looking band of street rats were being disbanded, it seemed they have already picked the best the streets had to offer of the boys. He and his father emerged from the coach, Atticus with small bag of clean clothing, mess kit and other essentials he knew the other boys probably wouldn't have which was his only advantage right now, went to the clerk on board to sign the young boy into the ships payroll. Ship's boys get half a share of whatever treasure they manage to take. That didn't matter to Atticus though, all his money had to go to his parents to support the family business. Finally he was signed in after giving his name and age and so shook his father's hand goobye and watched the man leave. Forsakeing his youngest son to a life at sea.