You ran through the cobble streets, shrouded in shadowed darkness. Feet splattering in the puddles, cold rain hitting your skin like a thousand ice-cold needles. You quickly ran like your life depended on it... because it did. Calm, synchronised thuds began to speed up, becoming louder as they approached. It was hard to tell how far they were due to the cacophony caused by heavy rain and ear-bursting screams nearby. You glanced over your shoulder. First came the flashing lights, then three shadows showed on the wall. You froze. The palace clock struck midnight. Suddenly, heavy footsteps appeared from behind you. More screaming. More pain. More violence. Your mind was spinning as you felt your knees buckle and ankles cave in. It all went black.

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Slowly, you felt yourself beginning to awake. How long had it been? How long were you out? Why did it smell like fish and salt? Where were you? You were bound at the wrists, sat in a chair and unable to move due to the restraints.

Your eyes opened, taking in the large and infamous ship and its crew, all turning to look at you. Oh hell no! You’d heard about Captain Killian Hook and his pirate crew. Most people had. But how had you been caught!? It was all a bit blurry.

“Captain!” Called out of the crew members, Mr Smee, with an almost panicked expression across his face.

Soon, a man with short brunette hair and a bit of scruff looked towards you. He had a hook in place of his right hand and was dripping in silver jewellery. Admittedly, he would be handsome if his face wasn’t so punchable. “Ah… morning,” He cracked a sly grin and winked towards you. Bloody great!