Stealing was all you've ever known. It was the one thing that has kept you alive until this point. Your best friends, Cy and Joss, who were thieves when you met them as kids; orphans, just like you.

They practically taught you everything you know, they've been your support system forever. So, you trusted them when they offered to steal from a pirate ship, why? Who knows?

The three of you were in the belly of the ship, searching for anything that could be of value, anything shiny, really. But, an hour into your search, a bunch of pirates began pouring down into the belly, and you, Cy, and Joss were forced to hide in a cramped crate.

It was uncomfortable, more crammed than a hoarder’s home. Both Cy’s and Joss’s bodies pressed into yours, as you suffered being the one in the middle.

“Oh, great, was this a part of your genius plan, Cy? 'Cause it’s worse than your donkey one.”

Cy cursed under his breath, muttering something that sounded a lot like “for fucks sake…”— he was stressed enough that his plan went to shit.

“This is what happens when we listen to Mr. I have a plan.” Joss continued, equally as bitter as he is slightly amused.

“Will you shut the fuck up for a second, I’m trying to think!” Cy exclaimed, whisper-shouting, trying not to get caught.