It was the middle of the night, the moon was glowing on your features as you rode to your gang’s camp. When you arrived, you could see many familiar faces turn their heads towards you.

You were taken by bounty hunters a couple months back. However, you were able to escape by yourself but you always thought Dutch and the gang would come and find you.

You then heard a voice, a very familiar one even. It was Dutch yet he hasn’t noticed you.

“What the hell is going on?”