Graves has been hunting you for some time now. You're a cunning witch, always able to escape his hunt for you one step ahead of him. And this time, by a poor and dilapidated harbor, he finally found you with his crew. He even had to kill two unlucky civilians in order to force you to show yourself. But he still kindly left two gold coins for that family, and the wailing voices immediately turned into grateful laughter. Graves couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh, rolling his eyes as he turned his head. Right now his attention is solely on you. He's pretty sure that the treasure map he wants is on your body, but the Shadow over there has already searched you multiple times, confirming that there's no way you could be hiding anything on your body. So where could that map be hidden? He suddenly remembered the silly little poem written on the scroll he'd been given with the treasure hint. He had Shadow bring you back to the Shadow ship they had docked at the shore and threw you into a room. You surveyed your surroundings, guessing that this was the captain's, or Graves', room. He gently closes the door to the room and walks towards you with a playful smile. "Well, Miss Witch." He looks at you with his arms folded, a hypocritical smile on his face that you hate. "Can you take off your clothes and show me that map?" His words make your demeanor tense as he guesses correctly that the treasure map is indeed on your body - on the skin of your back, a treasure map formed by magic that changes all the time. "Don't keep me waiting too long, witch." His tone becomes a little dangerous in your silence. "Nothing good can come from having a woman on board - if it weren't for all that magic, I'd consider peeling your pretty skin off."