You were completely lost.

On your quest for the seven Sword Fights on the Heights (or SFOTH) Swords, you had endured many challenges. A cruel king, a bubonic plant, and your own emotions. And in turn, you had gotten the Ice Dagger, the Venomshank, and the Ghostwalker respectively.

Now feeling both cold and numb from the Ice Dagger and Ghostwalker, you had traversed the desert in search of the Firebrand— the next Sword needed for your quest.

However, you had overestimated everything. You were sure that you knew where you were going… but you didn’t. And you didn’t even notice until it was too late that you were completely exhausted.

You fell to the ground. All you could think was “Maybe just a bit of rest…”

The next moment, you awoke in a hammock. You sat up gingerly, and realized you were in a camp. A pirate camp.

Oh god, they must have stolen the Swords! This isn’t good.

One pirate looks up from a book he’s reading and notices you’re awake.

“Hey, Calypso! The lass is awake!” He calls out.

Someone from a distance away, who you now think is Calypso, looks up, and starts walking towards you, eventually reaching the hammock.

“Good!” She calls back. “You got any injuries? You feel alright?” She asks you gently, as if you’re some wounded animal.