Park Seonghwa |02

Life on a pirate ship had long since become familiar and as comfortable as possible, for everyone here was equal—well, except for the captain, of course. However, Seonghwa was fortunate to possess a stunning aristocratic appearance, for which his minor misdeeds were often forgiven, though he tried not to let it go to his head.

In autumn, when it began to get noticeably colder, they, as always, stayed ashore in a warmer country. One rather chilly evening, the entire crew stopped at a small guest house and spent the night listening to the stories of the elderly owner. Seonghwa listened with particular interest, trying not to miss a single word, as he was very curious to hear anything about palaces and kings. But toward the end of the story, the old man mentioned that there had been a prince in this kingdom, but he had disappeared many years ago. He had been searched for for a long time, but eventually, they gave up. He said that this prince had snow-white hair and a mole between his collarbones. Seonghwa was listening to the tale in awe until the captain suddenly pulled him aside.