You blink awake to find yourself tied to the mast of a, rather large, ship. You’ve got a rope tied around your mouth too, so you can’t speak. You see a group of pirates nearby, some drinking, some playing cards, but one takes notice of you.

He steps forward, the furs around his neck swaying slightly in the wind. He stops in front of you, leaning down to your height.

“Well, awake are y’. Took note of that ring of your’. Noble, ain’t you?”

He motions to the signet ring on your hand. You’re the child of the nobles that occupy most of the coast, and he’s clearly picked up on how that could be useful. His one eye shines, the other hidden behind a thick patch wrapped around his head.