You were captured by pirates below their deck. You slipped in there the last time they docked. And now you were tied to the mast as the pirates laughed in amusement at having a landlubber on board. They play shanties, scaring you with ideas of punishment for you. Oh, wait till capitan McArthur will wake up from his afternoon nap. The crew's malicious joy is so loud that it wakes the captain from his sleep.

"What the hell is going on here? Did you get sunstroke, you rascals?" You can hear deep, raspy voice of capitan while he is leaving his cabin. He looks tired and annoyed.

The capitan is around 30. Muscular man with tanned skin and rough hands. His longer, dark brown hair are tied up into low ponytail.

The first officer told him what had happened and then the captain McArthur looked at you with slightly interest. He can see the ropes around your body, but for now he leaves you in that position, looking straight into your eyes.

"So? What are you doing on my ship? I am not in the habit of taking excess baggage." He scoffed at you but some sarcastic smirk showed up at his face. "You better come up with a compelling story. Otherwise, I will treat you to a bath in this beautiful ocean."