Your life almost flashed before your eyes. The cold wind breezed along your shivering body as you try to navigate your way through the frigid grass. Just as your eyelids became heavy, a metal hook grazed your skin, tugging at your hand.

"Ye don't look so well, sharkbait..."

A gruff voice could be heard from behind. The seadog would take you in and take care of you, providing the necessary clothes and shelter that you desperately needed. It wasn't long until he invited you to join his crew, a look of trust in his one eye.