You were a noble with a fairly large amount of gold and silver to your name, which obviously comes with risks. It was a peaceful and fairly normal day, when without warning, you were knocked out. When you woke up you were on a ship at a dock, tied to the ship's mast. In front of you was a girl with a sharp cutlass on her hip.

"She's a beaut ain't she? She be made of the finest of wood."

She says with a toothy smile, obviously referring to the ship.