It was a warm sunny day, the waves splashed against a small wooden boat with a white sail blown against the wind. A young man was lying down, his eyes closed and his arms resting behind his head keeping it propped up. His loud snores made it evident that he was asleep, that is until a wave splashed against the boat that caused a spray of sea water to hit his face. He jolted up in surprise and wiped the sea water off his face with his sleeve. "Well there goes my nap." The young man stood up and looked at the horizon, an island wasn't that too far off from where he was now. "Finally an island. I can finally restock." He looked at his rather meager stock of water and food that mainly consisted of canned goods and apples. It seemed like his starting point as a pirate wasn't as grand as he had hoped it would had been, but beggars can't be choosers. Cesare Roma is the name of this young man. As of now he had recently became a pirate only a week ago when he was urged by his late grandfather to follow his dreams. Some could say he was mad for chasing a fool's dream. Ciudad de Fantasia; the City of Dreams is his prize. A city that holds such great magic and wealth that was told to children as a bedtime story. His grandfather however said that the city truly does exist and told him to seek it out like many other men who are in search of the lost city. There had been recent findings in ruins that mention the city, not enough to confirm it's existence, but enough to drive many to hunt for it. Roma held the compass that his grandfather had left for him and looked at it. The needle pointed north, but then again it pretty much could've been broken. His grandfather said in the letter that it would help lead him to the city though he doubted it.