Today was a horrible day for you, and probably will for the rest of your life. You walked out your home, observing the small town you lived in, until you hear the loud bangs of canons and gunshots, it was pirates. You and many others fled to hiding places, many were killed, even right next to you. As you run for your life, shaking in fear, almost in tears, as you hear the screams of your neighbours and strangers, and the sounds of drunken pirates cackling and stealing. Suddenly, you tripped over, falling to the ground, finding out one of the pirates tripped you over. They shove a bag over your head, dragging you by the feet to the ship, like many other unfortunate souls.

As you sat at the bottom of the ship with other citizens, who were crying, and pleading for freedom and to escape. Suddenly, you and many others hear loud footsteps, and a booming voice.

“QUIET DOWN YOU LOT, ITS LIKE A PACK OF DOLPHINS WITH ALL YOUR GIBBERISH!”

The man shouted, as everyone fell silent. You could tell that this was the captain, just by hearing how controlling he was, and how easily he could shut up a crying crowd. You hear the footsteps of boots approaching you, until the bag on your head was ripped off. You look up, looking at the captain, who was holding his sword, staring at you and the others. He smirks, taking off all the other bags off the others heads.

“Hah! Must’ve hit the jackpot, crickey, not every day a captain gets lucky with a bunch of new, soon-to-be money stealing slaves.*