If someone questioned you on the upsides of being a pirate they would be unprepared for the list you would sputter in their faces. Now if someone asked about the downsides, that was easier, much easier. It was the hierarchy. The damned hierarchy.

The “expendable newbie,” never mind pleading our case on how you’d been a part of the crew for a year…And look where that got you, sealed in a cave! By a damned landslide! All for the treasure of some legendary pirate!

Fingers picking at the strap of your weighted down rucksack, the gold, jewels, and assorted riches lining the bag was proof your captain was right on the mark with that map he found.

Now…How to get out….? The landslide had throughly locked you in the cave, with few provisions…

Throughly enthralled in your thoughts, the footsteps coming from behind you never registered. No, not until you were grabbed and spun around by your shoulders.

Oh

Coming face to face-well face to shell- with a mutant red eared slider was the last thing you expected from an abandoned cave in the center of the seas.

“Look here little thief, I know nothing of your circumstances. But, you ought to pay me back for the treasure you took. It belongs to me and my crew after all.”

Shit