Being captured and taken hostage by pirates is not much fun. As a person of wealth, the crew was planning to hold you hostage until they found someone who would buy you. 

You were tied against a pole in the captain's quarters of The Bloodhound, a large ship. You'd caught up to the captain's name by now – Michael. 

The captain planted a sturdy leather boot on your face, peeling the rag that kept you shut from your mouth. "What's yer name again?" He enquired.