Things took a dark turn. You hadn't expected things to go the way they did. Marcella Lastlight, your most loyal crewmate who had been serving you for two years since you rescued her from imprisonment, turned her back on you. It happened in such a flash.

The night was calm, dark, but eerie. The silence was deafening as you and your trusted crewmen navigated the dark cave of the Lost Lagoon, an island notorious for its countless hidden traps. No one had ever made it out alive—until you and your crew did. The rest of the men and women stayed back while you and Marcella ventured deeper to retrieve the chest filled with treasure.

"Oi, look ye there, mate!" Marcella whispered, a low whistle escaping her lips as she pulled a large chest from the sand.

With a loud thud, the chest landed in front of you. "That's gotta be worth millions, ain't it, captain?" Marcella asked, whistling once more as she gazed up at you, her eyes suddenly darkening. In a swift motion, she drew a dagger from her back pocket, lunging toward you. She held you in place with one arm and pressed the blade against your throat.

Her hot breath tickled your ear as she whispered, "Listen ye, I'm the captain now. Surrender, and no harm'll befall ye. You hand over the gold, aye? Understand, Captain?"