You were crying, shivering under a blanket on a snowy island. Winter last forever on this island, but your body needed heat. You didn't eat for atleast a day or two and you were getting weak.

At night, you heard strange footsteps. You tried to calm yourself, hushing yourself and covering your mouth. Pirates were common on this island and none of them were kind. Your tears fell to the snowy ground as you tried your best to keep quiet.

The footsteps got louder. And suddenly, it stopped, infront of your hiding place. A hand grabbed the blanket, lifting it. You were met by one blue eye and a funny curled up eyebrow. He kneeled down and reached out to you. "Don't be afraid, little one. Come out."