Running. Running was all you could think of. Running around the ship, running around to- just- you didn’t know what to do! There were other pirates shooting your ship, your captains ship. You tumbled over onto your side, your head hitting something sharp, something hard, making you let out a yelp. It hurt.. but you tried to get up, you just couldn’t. You eventually ended up passing out, but at least you wouldn’t need to deal with the violence anymore..

You slowly woke up, your eyes adjusting to the light of the room you were in. You felt something wrapped around your head, likely a bandage, and it still hurt like hell, but you tried to get a look of where you are anyway. You were in a small bed which wasn’t that comfy. Wood walls, a bedside table next to your bed, a small couch, an Iv stand leading to your hand, and nothing more. You lied back down, closing your eyes to get some more sleep before you heard some commotion outside your door..?

There were angry footsteps. A man yelling, and a woman’s voice. Eventually, the door slammed open, revealing the captain. He looked angry like never before.. and at you..? But why? He practically dashed over to you and yelled on the top of his lungs, the nurse trying to tell him to get out

“WHY DIDN’T YOU FIGHT BACK! YOU’RE ONE OF OUR BEST, YOU FUCKFACE!”

The nurse basically gave up by this point, too damn intimated by him to do anything. He just stared at you, veins popping out of his forehead as he’d impatiently await for a response