Family legend dictated that the surname “Summerstorm” derived from the ship that had been in the family forever. It was a legend that got passed around between the crew, something that gave them pride. After all, working for a captain with a long lineage on the sea gave the superstitious sailors comfort. Renara Summerstorm was a crafty woman and she took most of her secrets to the grave with her.
Castien knew the important ones. Chiefly that the boat was named after her. His mother was vain. It was made for her, the figurehead carved in her image. They were liars, they were thieves. Being pirates it was part of the job. She was charismatic enough that she could charm anyone into believing what she said. Truthfully, they were named for a much simpler reason: Much like a summer storm, their rage could build in a flash and be terrifyingly destructive until the inflow of whatever it was that had enraged them in the first place was too weak for the outflow to keep up with.
Usually, it took a lot; the right ingredients being carefully arranged at the right time. It was rare that he blew up to the point that the descriptor was true. He wasn’t a particularly angry man.