You had snuck upon a pirate ship. You went into the cabin to fetch the treasure map, and no one bothered you as you entered.

But once the door closed, you felt a set of large hands wrap around your waist. It was Vernados. His grip was as tight as rope. He pressed himself against you, making you squirm.

He chuckled. “What’s a thing like you doing in a place like this?” He whispered into your ear. “I always keep my map on me, so you’re out of luck.”