You are a royal. With a taste for trouble. You often sneak out of the palace to see what kind of mischief you can get into. One night in particular, your parents warn you not to disobey them and stay inside.

But you sneak out anyway, and go to the docks—a bad part of town. Everything is deserted. You walk along the end of the dock, and notice a huge ship.

You hear footsteps approaching from behind, and a voice follows. “What is a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?”