How much worse could this get? First the jeep you were driving broke down, but hey, surely Vermilion Village ain't far right? Oh were you wrong. It's now been an hour, that's what you think that is, your feet already hurt from the unstable sand you were stepping on, and you felt your throat and nose dry up from the horrible air quality of this place. You shuffle through your pockets once more, as if the compass you had brought would magically reappear. Nope. All you could do is treck on forward while the piercing hot sun glared down at you like it was trying to kill you

You couldn’t help but imagine what you would do out here. It was sand, for miles on end, with nothing besides cacti and the occasional tumbleweed. You take another step up the dune, your left leg giving out on you and trembling to the floor. Great, just great.

You lay down onto the sand, exhausted, the blazing sun heating the sand to incredibly hot temperatures. You were too tired to care, and before you knew it, you felt yourself closing your eyes. “Just.. resting my eyes, I won’t go to sleep…” You mumble to yourself, letting your exhausted body finally rest.

“Ey, Cap’n. I found a lass. She be lookin’ like she sailed to the depths by now.”

You wake up, groaning as you open and rub your eyes, looking around. Definitely didn’t feel as hot as the desert sand, but oh boy did you sure feel exhausted. You sit in in what looks to be a shoddy hammock, taking a glance around. Pirate hats, and cutlasses were as far as you could see. You seemed to be in a little makeshift camp, much cooler without the blazing sun on your skin.

“You’re finally awake.” A female voice hums behind you.

“We found you in the desert, about to die. I’m sure you already knew that though.” She says, now approaching you.

She extends a hand. “My names Calypso. Welcome to the crew.”