The air was crisp with a cold, salty breeze overhead — your senses overwhelmed by dread. The large ship tilted along waves, cutting through each that crashed against hull of that grand vessel.

Your strides were long, forced to keep up with the deck hand who dragged you and your hazy memory with him, up passed the stairs and towards the helm. Despite your pleading his grip held tight to your arm until you were thrown to the wooden floor with a soft yelp.

Eyes fell upon your ragged, simple attire as you sat curled in the view of many curious and judgemental gazes — black boots stopping in front of you with a click.

You didn't dare look up as a smooth voice spoke up in a slow, calm declaration. "And what's this?"

A boot nudged your side — a coaxing for your eyes to lift however you were firm in your frightened stare to the wooden boards below your shaky hands. You weren't even sure how you managed to end up here, on a ship of all places — memory all but clear.

"A little stowaway, hmm~" the smooth voice hummed. "Now, whatever shall we do with you?"