Here is the first bit of this story I know it is a bit short but ^_^ I do hope what is here is enjoyable. no other characters yet except for the main for now but much more detail and characters in the next chapter i promise!!!! Also this story will eventually contain diapers ;) Stay tuned for more if youd like!!!!!

Terror in the skies!
Prologue:
The boy who would be a pirate.

Staring up into the clouds a young raven was laying in a field of wheat. A gentle wind blowing through the fields that day as the clouds lazily drifted through the blue sky. Thinking to himself sadly how much he would love to be up in the sky. Looking at his wings he stood up and started running. Picking up speed he spread his wings… though molted save for a few black feathers here and there he tried to get some sort of lift from them. Hoping against hope that this time it would work! That this time he wouldn’t have to stop this feeling of pure happiness! But inevitably, like all the other times, he had to come to a stop just short of the high bluffs that were the edge of his family’s home.
Looking down at the small port town he saw a few ships coming into the port to do whatever trading it was needed done and to stock up on various supplies needed for their long voyages. From where he stood he could see far out into the ocean and thanks to his great eyesight, one of the perks of being the raven he was, he could look down on the port and see the various ship. What looked to be a circus ship was in town. The bright colorful paint job was enough to make you blind if you stared at it enough and the clowns and circus folk getting off looked even worse.
He wasn’t an idiot however. The young man knew pirates when he saw them and he was positive that this friendly little troupe was nothing more than cutthroats. Suppressing a bit of a jealous growl the young man turned and headed towards home back through the fields to a generous ranch style. Walking through the door the first thing he spied was a painting of a happy family. He saw a mother and father holding a rather sickly looking hatchling definitely no more than a few years old. Looking back down at his wings he gave a defeated sigh.
“Some things never change huh guys?” Getting no response from the picture, although what else was new, he left his parents and ventured into his bedroom to grab some suitable clothing for traveling to town. He needed some food and things for his home.
Walking out of his home and down the road he took in the sights around him as they changed from the fields to the sloping forest trail and finally to the familiar cobblestone streets of the port town below his house. It was a quaint little town depending on what ships were in port. For a small port town it could become quite lively. The local pub lovingly named the filthy Scabbard. A friendly little pub, despite the name, to catch a drink after a hard day or possibly lose an eye if someone got too much rum in them. It was admittedly one of the most radically changing residences he had ever known.
Besides the pub there was the typical butcher, baker, and seaside market. The market was always bustling selling all sorts of odds and ends from novelty shark teeth to very real weapons for the traveling collector. It was rare but occasionally the gun vendor would get his hands onto something special. The coveted steam weaponry the latest in technological weapon advances these were extremely powerful and efficient something no pirate should ever be without should he be boarded unexpectantly.
Suddenly a shadow passes swiftly above the bird, looking up to see what could have possibly crossed the sky and looked in awe as a gigantic airship flew above him and landed in the water just off port turning around and heading towards the town. He was enthralled with these new ships! The airships were amazing engineering feats. Sturdy and flying either through the use of propellers or, in the case of some of the older ships, balloons filled with helium. This one seemed to be wanting to port here. Deciding now would be as good a chance as any to get a closer look the young man made his way to the port just as the ship let down its boarding ramp.