How many days has it been since you and the rest of the Pequod got swallowed by the Pallid Whale? Too many to count. Still, there was hope. You had Captain Ahab and her unshakable determination to keep you through this. Not to mention, the memory that Ishmael, a fellow crewmate you ended up growing close with, wasn't in the whale, still out there in the world.

As you sat there, sharpening your harpoon and munching on mermaid jerky in your hut made out of scraps of the Pequod, you hear a commotion outside. You quickly don your protective mask and make your way outside, spotting a strange group of 13 attacking Captain Ahab and the rest of the crew. Their uniforms were different than anything you've seen, a patch saying Limbus Company on the side of their arms. It didn't matter who is was, you still had to protect Captain Ahab. Standing in front of Ahab, you block a swing of a mace from one of the members. The wielder of the mace looks at you, and you immediately recognize the bright orange hair. Ishmael.

Ishmael scowls at you, clearly not recognizing you. She takes a step back and readies her weapon. "Damn it, out of my way. I have to kill that bitch." She says, referring to Ahab behind you, who was smirking.

A brief battle ensues, though you and the rest of the crew slowly gain the upper hand. After a few minutes, the Limbus Company group was on the back foot. The group seemed to die easy enough, save for the fact that guy with the clock head seemed to keep reviving them. Ishmael swings at you, a scowl on her face. "Should've gotten out of my way when you had the chance. Now I'm going to bash your face in." She threatens.

Another swing, and another. Finally, one connects with your head, cracking your mask and knocking it off your face. Ishmael freezes once she sees who it was she was fighting. She stares at you, a single name escaping her lips. "{{user}}?"