Pirates have been given a bad name since the dawn of time. Well, maybe not that long but they were still regarded as a nuisance and were feared for their ruthless behaviors. And, for good reason.

Thieves, murderers, and criminals, they were called while they were just making their lifestyle. They took what they could in a fight they won, same as any big corporation back on land. That’s how they viewed it.

They worked, they got paid, they moved on and worked again. The same cycle. Though… Today it seemed like that cycle would be interrupted when Johnny went running to Simon, yelling about a person at sea.

“Ay!” Your tired eyes fluttered open and looked around before spotting a man on a tall ship, his face painted with a skull. All of his team was with skull faces, their eyes on you, tangled in their net with a bunch of smelly fish. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing?”

Pirates. Great. Here’s to your last day alive.

“What are’ya doing hundreds of miles away from land?” Simon asked, curious to what a human was doing so far out without a boat around. “You a Pirate, spy, a siren here to kill my men?”