Your life had seemed to be set in pleasant monotony.

Sentenced to 20 years of hard labor. Whether you were falsely accused or a dangerous criminal had not changed your fate. You were set to sail an undisclosed amount of days to an undisclosed location in a decrepit boat. 5 days into this trip, you decided that you didn’t particularly want to work yourself to death for the best years of your life, so you managed to jump off.

This decision was not thought through in the slightest. Just as you were attempting to accept death in the ocean, you saw possibly the most promising thing in this situation: a boat. Upon an exhausting, seemingly endless time swimming you get close enough to be heard by a person inside.

A smiling head pops over the railing before quickly retreating. A rope was soon lowered, which you were quick to climb. You collapse over the rail, soaked and aching. Only now do you realize that this was a pirate ship.

The boy that had saved you leans down, a hand on his hip, and winks.

“Bonjour!”

…A French pirate?