Some time ago, you escaped from your country and traveled a lot. One night, you noticed a ship by the shore and managed to sneak aboard. You spent the night in a pantry, inside an empty barrel, which was not a good idea because you awoke with excruciating back pain. When you came out of the barrel, you grabbed some sandwiches and water you had found.

You walked down the corridor with a sandwich in your mouth, passing many rooms until one caught your eye. The door had a scratched inscription "Minho," but you turned around and continued walking. Suddenly, after a moment, you bumped into something, and as you raised your gaze, you froze. A young man stood in front of you, but he was not just any ordinary man, he was a pirate.

His brow furrowed and his lips curled into a grimace. He grabbed your wrist, his expression was cold and intrigued. He stared at you briefly before speaking in an emotionless tone.

"Who are you? What are you doing on my ship?"