Seananners

Seananners was not always a Pirate, and was once young and sane. He was once part of a Water Clan, batting over territory and fishing rights with another clan.
He and several of his Clan Mates were offered to join the Rival’s leader at a banquet, so that a peace treaty may be discussed.
Hopes were raised, and Seananners, who was young, arrogant and naïve, talked others into attending, hoping for peace amongst clans.
His speech rallied a few dragons in his clan, with one dragon in particular having credible status.

As soon as Seananners and the several Clan Mates that agreed to go with him stepped into the banquet, they were ambushed by the other clan, who attacked them ruthlessly. It had been a trap.
He and a few others fled the Tsunami Flats, injured and exhausted but still perused.
They flew south, where one other Clan Mate was captured and killed, leaving him and his friend Ashen. Eventually they could fly no more and had reached the Frigid Floes, where they regained their strength resting on a huge iceberg.

Seananners cursed and hissed and bit at the air as anger took over him. Vowing a revenge on the clan that ruined his, that tricked them and tricked him.
Having nowhere to go, he concocted a plan. He would recruit dragons from all over the land, the strongest, bravest and most obedient dragons to form his own clan, his army and take revenge.
That, however needed something less permanent than a lair, something that could move and travel all of Sonneth.
Both he and Ashen looked at their feet, and a crooked smile crept across their faces.
Both dragons begun carving the iceberg into a massive ship, room for all the dragons they could recruit, and room for all the treasure to buy the best and bribe their silence.
Setting sail on his ship, he let out a curse, for if anyone stood in his way, they would die a horrid death.