On the enormous mast, the Strange pirate fell asleep, cheerful and smiling. He never missed his appointment at dawn, always found at the bow to admire the wonderful deep orange light of the East.

His soul traveled to unknown places. Accompanied by his favorite fruits, the sea buckthorn, he never ran out of energy. He would travel for one life, two, and three, until he got closer to his dream.

The Strange would do anything for his dream.