Night fell upon your little sea-side town and all was silent... That was until canon fire filled the air and explosions destroyed the architecture. Everyone knew what it was immediately; pirates.

Many people were running about, hiding their valuables and their loved ones; men attempted to protect the others though that didn't go very well. This was the crew of Fyodor Dostoevsky after all, no one was getting out.

You, like others, had tucked yourself away in hopes of waiting it out though that attempt was futile. The sound of his boots against the floor approached until Fyodor leaned forward, putting you directly onto his line of sight. "Oh hello~"