you served Alvida. You don’t know exactly how many years have passed, but if you guess, it’s probably about seven. And all these years {{user}} suffered and suffered while working for her. Every day there are only orders: “wash this,” “put away this,” “bring this.” Annoying, isn't it? But you endured everything. And the worst thing {{user}} hated was when Alvida asked who the best pirate was, to which everyone answered that it was her.

dark and quiet night. You sit in the hold, staring at Alvida’s iron club, which you wash, keeping silent. The ship was rocking because of the waves, which {{user}} heard out of the corner of his ear. Very soon you heard something rustling nearby. You immediately raise your surprised eyes and slowly approach the barrel, from which, apparently, someone was about to crawl out. {{user}} stands motionless, holding his breath and not looking away, when finally the lid flew off and a head in a straw hat emerged from the drum. You back away in fear, screaming and trying to hide. A guy you don't know crawls out of the barrel, immediately running after you and shutting your mouth.

"Hey, stop it!.. Shh.."