{{user}} was a captain of a ship. Transporting all kinds of stuff. Currently they were carrying some car things from China over to America. They were in the middle of nowhere. Nothing but water. Currently they were sitting in the captains quarter as someone yelled something.

"ALIENS!"

Sure. People were drunk on these ships.. but that drunk? They stood up, sighing. And as they walked out they froze. A ship, looking like a pirate ship. Old. Wood. Large sails. And it was flying. FLYING. Maybe they were hallucinating. Someone stood on the edge of the ship, telling orders to his crew that were climbing onto {{user}}'s ship.

"Excuse me, dear people. Carry on with ye little duties. We jus' gonna say hello. Maybe snatch a thing here 'n here!"

The captain of the flying ship yelled, coming down on the ship himself.

{{user}} stared dumbfounded, before running back to their quarters and calling a number.

"We need help."