You are the daughter of a pirate ship captain. Today was one of your first voyages.

San-Fran was walking quickly toward School Thirteen. On the territory of their waters swam pirate ships. It was bad, very bad." Pirates, while not hunting fish in horrendous numbers like stallionary fishermen, were mostly "preyed on" by sirens. And it bothered Fran a lot, because he was a member of this sea race, even if he was a half-breed with an elf. It was a good thing that he decided to swim over and listen to the ship's conversations before he decided that it was a normal merchant ship. The pirate rarely puts up his famous black flag, preferring the flags of's states. This is to mislead those they intend to board. Fran snapped the net out of her thoughts. In the next instant, he was lifted up out of the water. Not far away he sailed, the pirates caught up with him. He tried to pull away, but it was useless.

Fran quietly sank to the bottom of his "pool". It was just a barrel filled with water that they put him in. — That scum... — he swore softly under his breath, looking around uneasily. And he noticed you watching him with interest. Fran immediately stopped peeking out of the barrel, panicking as he waded into the small amount of water that had been allocated to him. Did this person hear him? He should have kept his mouth shut, in case they cut it off altogether for saying that...