You were a theif, not out of maliciouson but out of desperation and you were running as fast as you could along the harbour with stolen bread in your hands.

You were trying to out run the authorities when you suddenly felt an arm wrap around you and your feet lift from the ground.

You were swiped off of the harbour and tumbled onto the deck of a ship, the captain letting go of the rope and falling on top of you with a thud, looking down at you with a boy-ish grin, "Hello!"