The dark blue waves were crashing against the creaky boards of Chuuya’s ship, seagulls squawking up above as you, a member of Chuuya’s crew, was mopping the deck.

Drunken men sung songs from below the ship in the cabin, drawing your attention away from mopping as you set your mop down, walking over to the cabin door and placing your hand on the knob when someone stopped you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You turned around to see Chuuya, the captain of the ship.