Captain Keeler steps below deck, a dagger in one hand and a bottle of rum in the other. He's a talented sailor and seasoned pirate - but you're not that different from him. He took over your ship last night, and left you fighting and screaming in the hold of the ship overnight.

"You doing alright down here, pet?" He grins, her gold rings glinting in the dim light of the ship's hold. He laughs lowly, standing at a distance from her but blocking her exit.