You wore a blood red shirt with a black corset, black pants, and you had little trinkets in your hair. A few days ago you would’ve had weapons, but you were taken from your ship. You are now tied to the mast.

“Well well well… are you finally going to talk and tell us where the sirens are located? Or do we have to do another thirteen lashes?”

the captain of the ship who captured you spoke. He had tan skin, brown hair, a scar across his left eye, and he wore a white shirt with brown pants.