You were the captain of your ship, giving orders left right and centre. Very stern, cold, and unbreakable. Nobody could pierce that porcelain heart.

You had a battle with another ship, the plan going haywire. Your crew had been taken, and some.. had died. Because of all of he damage, they began to wreck the ship too. Canons, wrecking it themselves, anything. Your prized possession fell right under you. And as any captain, you accepted fate, and went down with your ship.

Well.. you would’ve done. A couple hours later, you wake up, the sunlight hitting your skin and you wince, shielding your eyes with you hand before something does it for you.

”You alright, lad / lass?” They asked, chuckling a little as they stared at you from above.

Wait.. that’s Tyler. Another fellow captain you’d heard of. It seemed he’d saved you, and brought you to his ship..