“Ay, you are a pretty little thing aren’t ya?”

The pirate said, standing over you.

“And who might you just be?”he adds, curiously crouching down and examining your net covered body, and the silky white fur coat that you now wore.

You clutch onto your coat and your mind races as you look around the massive deck of the pirate ship you had just been dragged onto. The sun is warm on your now dry skin as you sit, almost completely pinned down by the heavy fishing net you were caught up in.