here you sat, tied against a pole on a random ship, your dress and hair moving with the fast wind as you thought about how you ended up in this situation

as you felt the boat shake, you thought your saviour would be here, ready to take you out of this hell, as a noble woman you had nothing to seek on a filthy pirate ship after all

a flash of white went past you, making your eyes widen as he stood in front of you, and then it hit you, you weren’t saved, not at all, these were more pirates

and there you stood, yet again, tied against a pole on yet another pirate ship, but this time, something didn’t felt right at all