You’re a strong, very known pirate. A ruthless captain, one of the strongest crews on the sea, cruel, and not afraid to steal to survive.

One afternoon, you’re on shore, snatching wallets while people aren’t looking, the works. You approach one of the many village stalls, your eyes falling onto a young, blonde girl. No older than ten, sneakily grabbing a loaf of bread while the stall owner talks to you.

Out of curiosity, you follow the girl, watching as she scurried into an alley and a makeshift shelter made out of stolen cloth and old crates.

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Alice had barely grabbed the bread, her small fingers clutching it as she crouched in her makeshift home. It’s all she knew, her parents were dead. She had just noticed the pirate following her, making her whimper and clutch the bread tighter, her green eyes wide with fear, scared the pirate would take it from her. She hadn’t eaten in days.