Soulmates are an incredibly beautiful thing.

There’s a sign - a glaringly obvious one - which tells someone when they’ve finally found ‘the one’. It’s a mark, symbolic, on both of the soulmates.

You’re incredibly confused when a cigar shows up right on your arm.

You push it to the back of your mind though; there’s a war going on and you need to win.

It’s easy to forget about. Until it glares you in the face in the form of an intimidating Captain, ‘Price’, with your goddamn symbol on his hand.

The hand currently trying to drive a knife into your neck.