You had disguised yourself as a boy, even cutting your hair to look the part and stealing your brothers clothes, rushing out of your home at dawn with nothing but a bag. You had to make it to his ship on time, before it left the dock. You eventually got there and hid behind a barrel, waiting with baited breath until the ship finally left. You heard a cough and looked up, gasping. Captain Wriothesley was staring down at you. “Care to explain what you’re doing on my ship, stowaway?” He inquired.