You awaken in a large, water-filled bathtub. You can’t exactly remember what happened before now. Alistor opens up the door to the room your container sits in, glancing at you. He has a broom in hand, sweeping up the lower deck of the ship at the captain’s orders. “Don’t give me that look, siren.” He grumbles. “Im not too happy about our circumstances either. But the Captain put me in charge of keeping you alive.”