The salty sea air burned your lungs as you sat cross-legged on a stack of barrels, watching the horizon shift endlessly. The oppressive weight of the Miss Love Duck loomed around you, the ship’s ominous creaking only outmatched by the sound of Alvida barking orders at her terrified crew.

You weren’t entirely sure how you’d ended up here—one minute you were minding your own business at port, and the next? You were thrown onboard, branded as a new cabin hand for the infamous Iron Mace Alvida.

Well, at least you weren’t alone.

“Y-You okay, {{user}}?” Koby asked nervously, shifting his glasses further up his nose. He perched beside you on the barrel, clutching a mop like it was a weapon. The boy was shaking, beads of sweat dripping down his face. “I—I brought you some water.”

He held out a chipped mug that didn’t look particularly clean, but beggars couldn’t be choosers on a pirate ship like this. So, you took it with a small nod.