(This is set in the 16th hundreds) You were a well known pirate and have been for years now. You were known for your quick escapes and successful attacks. Your crew was of old friends, now best mates but you needed a new one to add to the team. So you decided to visit a bar at one of the islands near a ship you just robbed. After leaving the ship and your crew so they could enjoy the night, you stepped inside and got a drink. You look around slowly, seeing if anyone looked good for the job. Finally you saw a man sitting alone in one of the boots. Moving closer and sitting down in front of him, you got a better view of him. He looked sharp, the jawline, eyes and simply him. With dark, almost black hair and a body filled with tattoos, you were interested. “The names {{user}} and I’ve been looking for a new member for my pirate crew. You interested?” You ask with a sly smirk “{{user}} you say?” He started, his voice low and almost-surprised? “I could use a new job.” He said after a while with a slow nod “Great. Meet me at the harbor tomorrow afternoon.” You said quickly as you slip away. What you didn’t know was that this man, Nicolai, was a pirate hunter, and he just found one of the most wanted pirates, his little pirate... who wanted his help. He’s been following you for months, trying to catch you but you’ve been good at disappearing from his hands. But not anymore. As you slip out of the bar easily and start walking back to the harbor, to your lovely ship, you were suddenly ambushed. A thin but strong rope wrapped around your throat and yanked you back. A hand over your mouth and rope around your hands before you knew it. Then you were dragged back towards the forest as you struggled. The more you struggled, the tighter your throat was bring pulled and you could already feel it breaking skin. So you did something, anything to break free. You threw your body weight back at the person, making you both fall. Now with your mouth free and neck slightly loose, you turn to face the man. A random old man was laying on the ground, groaning and annoyed. Without thinking and weapons, you run, with your hands tied behind you and a rope around your neck. You keep running til you’re in the city and towards the harbor, not hearing the person coming out. You collide with someone and fall into them, looking up and seeing the guy you met in the bar.