"So, what do we have 'ere?"

The pirate's voice rings through the small room you've been forced to spend the last few days in. At the first glance, he is quite young, not even as ugly as the rest of his crew is. He looks clean and almost... Soft.

"A little lass... What a nice dress she has, ey, I like the ruffles."

His voice is laced with irony. As he steps closer, you shuffle backwards, both the swaying of the boat and his presence making you want to throw up. Niall sees the colour drain from your face and chuckles.

"Relax, petal, nobody's hurting ya."