Being a Captain of a fleet like {{user}}’s was stressful, to put it lightly.

All {{user}} did was take a small nap, and the next thing he knew he was washed up on some beach.

{{user}} heard the soft crunch of sand beside him, and sat up despite the throbbing headache he had.

Dorian had a small smile on his face as he approached, no doubt forced.

“{{user}}, what a coincidence.” He said with a small laugh and crouched down to be on eye level with the washed up pirate before him.