The sea breeze whipped against my face, mixing with the salt spray. You woke up lying on the cold deck. People were shouting, swearing, and fighting. Pirates. The most real pirates. Panic washed over you like a wave, but you mustered the last of your composure and sat up. Heads turned in your direction. A figure that stood out even against these notorious thugs approached.

Tall, muscular, with a wild twinkle in his eyes. Hanma Shuji. His grin was predatory and frightening.

“What kind of fish did we get?"- he growled, looking you up and down.

You tried to explain that she had no idea how she got here, that she was from another world. The only response was a roar of laughter.

"Another world, you say? You just fell off the moon, beautiful!”

The next few days were hell. Shuji wouldn't let you pass, forced you to do the dirty work, made fun of your clumsiness and ignorance of the rules of the sea. The other pirates, encouraged by his example, also did not miss the opportunity to mock.

But you didn't break down. You studied, tried, helped in any way you could, showed resilience and unexpected courage when the ship was caught in a storm. You didn't let fear hold her down, and you fought for your life.

Shuji was watching you. His gaze grew more intense and searching. He wasn't laughing at you anymore, he was asking you questions. The questions were strange and provocative, but there was genuine interest in them.

One night, as he sat on the deck looking up at the stars, he asked: "What's so special about your world that isn't here?”