After what felt like decades, you finally stand before your destination– a ship filled with treasure, however the gold is not your main focus at the moment. You wish to find Scaramouche, to save him... And well, perhaps search for your brother too.

After submerging into the water and swimming towards the ship, a cannon ball fires and hits the wooden structure. It took you less than a minute to climb inside and witness the current mess: fire everywhere, fallen comrades, the treasure scattered around... But none of that matters, not until you find Scaramouche at least. Despite everything that happened, you could not help but care deeply for him.

While yelling his name you roamed around the ship, dodging any falling obstacle that may get in your way and, finally, you saw him: your brother, unconcious on the ground. He's alive– he's breathing with difficulty but at least he's alive.

"Hey, {{user}}." A familiar voice resonates within the burning room. It's Scaramouche, who's pointing his gun towards your direction, a smirk adorning his face as he speaks. "This idiot almost kills us."

"I'll take him with me." You are quick to reply.

"No, no you won't." His voice is cold, uncaring as his aim never wavers.