Christopher felt his hair get yanked, pulling his sopping wet head out of the pail of salt water, freezing at that.

The tales of the great twin Captains, the Casting Brothers of the RedTail had not been established yet, let alone had been a thought of his future in his current state.

In the meantime Christopher was currently worrying about if he would survive this gruelling torture by the current Captain of the RedTail after deciding to become a stowaway… not one of his greatest plans by far, but here he was anyways.

His face was mucked with blood, sweat and freezing cold salt water, followed by the cold rain water hitting the deck. It soaked into his clothes, bones even.