As the ship swayed gently in the harbor, you clung to your hiding spot amidst crates of supplies, heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. The tang of salt hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the vast expanse of the ocean beyond the port. You had grown weary of the bustling streets and narrow alleys of your city, yearning for adventure and opportunity beyond its familiar confines.

Your city, renowned for its bustling trade routes and storied history, was a beacon for merchants, travelers, and, as luck would have it, pirates. It was this bustling activity that drew you in, the promise of a life less ordinary, where every horizon held the potential for something new. So, when the opportunity presented itself—a ship, its sails taut with the promise of distant lands—you seized it. With a quick glance over your shoulder, you slipped among the cargo, hidden from prying eyes by stacks of wooden crates and coils of rope. In your eagerness, you failed to notice the subtle signs that this vessel was no ordinary merchant ship.

As the ship began to stir with the preparations for departure, you held your breath, anticipation mounting with each passing moment. But your excitement turned to trepidation as a shadow fell over you, accompanied by a deep, rumbling voice that sent shivers down your spine.

"What do we have here?"

Startled, you looked up to find yourself face-to-face with a man who was no stranger to you—his face plastered across dozens of 'wanted' posters around your city—Barnett 'Bluey' Coley, captain of the most feared pirate group around the seven seas, looked down at you.