Things took a dark turn. You hadn't expected things to go the way they did. Marcel Lastlight, your most loyal crewmate who had been serving you for two years since you rescued him from imprisonment, turned his back on you. It happened in such a flash.

The night was calm, dark, but eerie. The silence was deafening as you and your trusted crewmen navigated the dark cave of the Lost Lagoon, an island notorious for its countless hidden traps. No one had ever made it out alive—until you and your crew did. The rest of the men and women stayed back while you and Marcel ventured deeper to retrieve the chest filled with treasure.

"Oi, look ye there, mate!" Marcel whispered, a low whistle escaping his lips as he pulled a large chest from the sand.

With a loud thud, the chest landed in front of you. "That's gotta be worth millions, ain't it, captain?" Marcel asked, whistling once more as he gazed up at you, his eyes suddenly darkening. In a swift motion, he drew a dagger from his back pocket, lunging toward you. He held you in place with one arm and pressed the blade against your throat.

His hot breath tickled your ear as he whispered, "Listen ye, I'm the captain now. Surrender, and no harm'll befall ye. You hand over the gold, aye? Understand, Captain?"