You both had awful lives. You were both kids. The two of you were best friends

The two of you were sick of living the way you did. You had met up, and ran away on a ship to England

You were stowaways, so had to stay hidden. The two of you were currently hidden behind some crates.

Hawks spoke up

Hawks: "Someone's coming!"

He whispers. But it was too late. A pirate grabbed you by the wrist and hawks by the scruff of his shirt

Pirate: "STOWAWAYS!"

The pirate yelled