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Coming Aboard The Next Ship

Living The Life of a Pirate

Written by Israel Yabuki

Edited and Co-written by NineTailBeastBall

The sea was something you’ve been educated on since you were very young and you understand really well that it holds many mysterious and wondrous things. Such includes the dangerous creatures claiming the waters as their territory, as well as mythical legends which are dismissed by most. One thing’s for sure however, living most of your life by the sea was an adventure you’ll always treasure, especially with your father by your side.

Your father was the one who taught you a lot of about the wonders of the sea from his own experience as a fisherman and a former member of the coast guard. You’ve lost count of the times he’s told you of how before you were born, he spent most of his days rescuing people off-shore whenever their boats sprung a leak or if they crossed into dangerous territory.

He saved thousands of lives during his career, but there were some people who were less fortunate and perished in the ocean depths. Sometimes he even found the bodies when he was assigned to look underwater and he told you how it haunted him to see such a vile sight. For those he couldn’t save, he and his team held memorial ceremonies for all of their loved ones. The people were grateful for his honor and bravery.

But at one point, he grew terrified of the sea when a vicious hurricane storm nearly claimed his life. Almost half of his entire team was wiped out and he was barely alive when the storm sank his boat to the bottom of the ocean. Had it not been for his quick thinking, he’d be swimming with the fishes and you wouldn’t be here. It was then that he chose to officially retire from the coast guard and focused more on starting a family with the woman who eventually became your mother.

Now 26-years-old, you worked with your father, going out for fishing trips to not only sell some fresh fish, but take some home for dinner. Your father even taught you how to cook and go fishing so you could provide for yourself in case he wasn’t around. Aside from that, you were very talented at fighting due to the training you underwent from one of your neighbors, who was a martial arts expert and didn’t mind training you due to his friendship with your parents. With the addition of the strength and stamina you built from all that swimming and carrying ice boxes onto the boat, learning how to fight became 2nd nature.

Once you finished breakfast, you looked out the window to stare at the ocean, wondering if there would ever come a day where humanity would uncover all of its mysteries. You kept a journal, where you wrote everything you caught during your business with your father, as well as the adventures and rescue missions you went on. Sometimes when you’re on the job, you catch sight of an unfortunate soul drowning and naturally, you can’t just sit there and do nothing.

Today, both of your parents were out of town, spending quality time by having a nice dinner. And because they were busy, you had the whole day to yourself and you used it to go out and catch some dinner. Arriving at the docks, you untied your boat and jumped in with your gear before starting up the engine and sailing out into the deep blue. To be honest, this wasn’t the first time you went out fishing on your own, but you always felt better when your father was around. Since it couldn’t be helped, you hurried up and got to work.

“Such a nice day...” you sighed. Truth being told, you watched the weather channel before you headed out and there have been predictions of some pretty nasty weather for tomorrow. To think that such perfect, sunny weather would eventually change into a dreadful one. All the more reason to remember to wrap up your fishing early tomorrow.

Speaking of which, you just felt something tugging on your pole. “Alright! Looks like a big one!” you exclaimed, grabbing your pole. You couldn’t help getting so excited whenever you felt a fish take the bait, especially when it was a strong one. Desperately turning the handle, your diligence was soon rewarded when you pulled a healthy looking catfish out of the water. Grabbing ahold of it as it flailed around with its mouth pierced by the hook, you put the poor thing out of its misery by swiftly stabbing its brain with your harpoon.

Sighing as you watched the catfish stop flailing, you picked up the now lifeless body and put it away in the bucket at the other side of your boat before grabbing some more bait. You attached it to the hook and made sure to keep the hook as hidden as possible. Though, you soon became less focused on fishing when you thought about that catfish, as this was the first one you’ve caught since you were 16.

You and your father were out on the ocean. It was 4:00 P.M and he had a bit of trouble catching one particular fish on his own. It rocked him around the boat with ease like a rag doll. You gave him a helping hand to get this feisty fish out of the water and eventually, with one mighty yank, you pulled out a huge catfish that was much bigger than the one you caught just now. It was beyond your ability to figure out, but your father had better luck at catching these kinds of fish than you did.

Once again you felt the hook being tugged on, but you doubt it was another catfish. Though, it seemed you would never find out what was tugging, as it seemed that the storms were kicking in much earlier than you anticipated.

“Oh brilliant...” you grumbled and didn’t care much when whatever fish you caught stopped tugging on your pole, signaling it got away. “Guess I’d better dock the boat and wait until tomorrow morning.”

Getting to the steering wheel of the boat, you started it back up and began driving back to shore through the rough currents. There was no point in getting swept up by the storm for a few more good catches. Your father mentioned how a true fisherman never takes chances with the sea when a vicious storm is drawing close. You always took this advice to heart, but the problem is... you didn’t act quick enough.

In the distance, you saw these gigantic waves coming towards you. You panicked and tried to go faster, but the storm was getting closer and the waves were getting bigger. Looking at the enormous bodies of water, you became frozen with fear. And the worst soon hits you harder than a ton of bricks as the waves tipped your boat and you ended up flying out of it. You desperately shouted at the top of your lungs, hoping somebody would hear you, but realized it was no use as you landed in the ocean.

The force of the waves crashing right onto you, sank you deeper into the ocean and pushed you into a swift underwater current. Sore and barely conscious, you looked at your blue surroundings, unable to tell left from right or up from down. Naturally, running out of breath, you closed your eyes and began to drown in the very waters you’ve become so fond of.

“You think he’s still alive boss?” a high-pitched voice rang in your ears as you slowly started to regain consciousness. Unfortunately, it wasn’t so easy to move at the moment.

“If so, we’ll be in good fortune. The slave business has gone down now since the world is moving on from the Storm King, but this fella will still fetch a high price.” Unlike the first one, this one’s voice was deep and raspy.

This was quite a lot for you to take in. Looking around with one eye open, you could tell you were no longer in the ocean, but in a vast desert. ‘Wha-? How did I end up here? I remember my body being carried off by the underwater currents.’ You decided to stop thinking about your change in location when you thought about what you had just heard these goons say about selling you.

Turning your head the other way, you got a good look at who was talking and it caused you to cough out some of the saltwater from your lungs. Standing before you, were what appeared to be three bipedal rats whose sizes rivaled your own. You never were fond of rats, and the fact that these crooks didn’t look anything close to pleasant didn’t do anything to improve your opinion.

“Seems like he’s moving again, get the chains,” the deep-voiced individual ordered. Clearly underestimating you, the shortest of the trio walked over with some shackles in his filthy hands. This was going to take quite a bit of explaining for you to catch on on your situation, but one thing you knew for sure, was that you weren’t just going to lie there and let them chain you like a pet. The moment he was standing beside you, you swiftly pulled back your foot and kicked the rat in his leg with enough force to break it.

“Ooh, it looks like we got a feisty one here! You don’t get one of these nowadays! I always did like a good challenge when catching prey!” one of the bipedal rats said before coming at you. You remembered the training you went through and put your skills to use.

With the rat that tried to chain you lying on the ground clutching his broken leg, you ignored him for now and rolled on the sands toward your new target. It didn’t really matter that he was more muscular than his fallen accomplice. Once you stopped rolling along the sand and stood in front of him, he tried to take a swing at you, only for you to duck and retaliate by grabbing his shoulder and kneeing him in the gut. The moment he held the assaulted area, you took this chance get behind him, grab him by his tail, spin him around and threw him to the ground hard.

You still weren’t done with him yet. Grabbing him by the snout, you picked him up to his feet, turned him around and delivered 5 powerful punches to his stomach, followed by an uppercut to his lower jaw, then spin-kicked him to the ground again. It was a bit of a surprise how the rat who was in charge just stood there as you beat up his accomplices, showing he couldn’t care less about them.

It seems the rat whose leg you broke hadn’t had enough yet and foolishly limped over to try and attack you while you were focused on his partner. Quickly turning your gaze, you spinned and elbowed the charging rat in the chest, then grabbed him by the throat before tossing him in the air and kicking him straight in the face, knocking him backwards.

Just this once, you forgot one of your father’s lessons of never letting your guard down, for as you roughed up the two rats, you failed to notice their boss pull out a blow dart tube. The moment you turned to the only rat who was still conscious, a dart had made its mark on your neck. You nearly shouted loudly, but quickly stopped as your voice cracked.

“D-Damn it...! Not... again...” you stuttered, feeling yourself getting dizzy. You only had enough time to pull the dart out of your neck before falling to the hot sand, unconscious.

Your abductors weren’t generous enough to let you stay asleep and after you were none too gently awakened, you immediately noticed that you’ve been chained so you couldn’t cause anymore trouble. And just like any wild animal back where you lived, you were locked up in a steel cage being pulled on top of a wooden wagon.

“H-Hey! What the hell?” you asked, grabbing the iron bars. ‘Now I’ve seen everything: me, a grown human man, getting carted off by a couple of literal street rats. As if this wasn’t embarrassing enough, I had yet another blunder and let my guard down.’ you thought and squeezed the bridge above your nose in frustration. “If this is Hell, I don’t understand how I was sent here.”

“Aw pipe down, we’ll let you go...” one of the rats said with a sadistic smile. “...to the highest bidder, that is!” he laughed, but it was cut short as he felt the intense pain of his broken foot.

You decided not to waste any more words on such immoral creatures, since freaking out wouldn’t do you any good. Even as you looked down at these chains on you, you weren’t about to give up hope, as surely you’d find your chance to reclaim your freedom. For now however, you just sat quietly, looking through the bars at the desert which seemed to go on for miles.

‘I suppose a simple glass of water is out of the question,’ you sarcastically thought to yourself. If there was any joy out of this ride, it’s that they were the ones doing the walking and that rat who was laughing not too long ago, repeatedly cringed as he struggled to walk on his damaged leg.

Sitting quiet for about at least a half hour, you finally arrived at what was obviously these slave traders’ hideout. It was a depressing sight, as you saw dozens of cages of screeching animals, who clearly haven’t been fed properly. You could only imagine how long they’ve locked up in this vile place.

‘What I wouldn’t give to free these poor creatures and strangle those thieving poachers!’ you thought, as your calm expression was completely hiding your furious thoughts towards the rats and their boss. ‘If I get my hands on them, I will choke the life out of them and turn them into fish bait!’ you grabbed the iron bars even tighter, but restrained yourself from gritting your teeth.

You were chained pretty good, having your neck chained up, along with your wrists and unsurprisingly, your legs were bound as well. Deciding to open your cage, the rats must have thought that your calm expression meant that you’ve accepted your fate, but when the rat with the broken foot hopped towards you and grabbed the chain attached to your collar, you yanked back with impressive effort. Since he only had one good foot, it was so easy for him to lose his balance and ended up colliding with the steel cage bars. Finally deciding to smirk, you watched as the rat held his bleeding snout with rage in his eyes.

“Have fun while you still can, you hairless monkey. Chances are that once we sell you off, you’ll be wishing you were never born,” the boss said, once again showing his indifference towards his subordinate. You decided this wasn’t a laughing matter and your confident smirk quickly went away.

One way or another, you had to come up with a solution to escape. Sadly, even if you did manage to get out of this place, where would you possibly go from there? You got a good look at the desert on your way over here, and if this was indeed another world, you had no way of knowing where the closest town was. You didn’t want these rats to see it, but you couldn’t stop a lone tear from falling down your cheek.

“Where did your spirit go from earlier, monkey?” the boss asked, taking notice that you were crying, but of course you didn’t answer. This time you didn’t put up any resistance as they grabbed your collar chain to lead you out of your cage.

It’s been about four days since you were imprisoned and you didn’t see your predicament getting much better. Like the animals around you, you weren’t given much to eat. As far as your captors were concerned, one meal a day was enough for a slave. They also made sure you knew what kind of shady creatures have responded with interests in buying you by throwing photographs into your cage. Apparently, you weren’t the only human in this unfamiliar world, but it was very rare to see your kind out in this wasteland.

They’ve definitely taken your fighting talent into consideration, as the ones in the photographs were apparently looking for such skill. One of your possible buyers had a special spot for you in their underground battle arena. As talented as you were in fighting, you had no idea what kind of creatures they intended to pit you up against. Another customer intended to exploit your skills to aid him as his own personal bodyguard against anyone who tries to steal from him.

Besides being slimy thugs who didn’t mind taking in living creatures as slaves, another thing your buyers all had in common was that they lived hidden from the rest of society since slavery was outlawed in most parts of this world. It would work out so much better if you figured out some way to escape before the auction tomorrow, or you might be a slave for the rest of your life.

“Boss, I can’t wait to see just how much we’ll make tomorrow!” one of the underlings cackled, rubbing his hands together. It was the same rat who suffered from both his leg being broken and face being slammed against the cage bars by you the day you arrived. You couldn’t decide which of the three rats you hated the most, as they seemed equally despicable.

“We’ll need them to pay us through the nose since the business is drying up. Chances are in another year or two, the world will have completely moved on from the slave industry,” the boss instructed and slammed the knife he was fiddling with on his desk. “To the last hour, let’s find as many customers as we can. We want a nice, long auction!”

“Yes sir!” his subordinates shouted in unison.

At that moment, things got a little interesting, when the hideout began to shake slightly and the sounds of a ship horn blaring outside. You didn’t feel much better, as you thought that this just meant the customers had arrived early. Only when you noticed the confusion of the rats keeping you prisoner, did you grow curious.

“What was that!?” one of the rats asked.

“I know exactly what that sound is and it’s not good. You little runts take our meal ticket and hide him somewhere they won’t find him!” the boss ordered. Just like that, the two lackeys made a move to push you somewhere else, only to stop as large harpoons pierced the cavern walls. While you somehow doubted that you were about to be saved, you still paid attention as your captors got out their weapons.

The harpoons had left some pretty impressive holes in the walls and looking up as best you could, your eyes went wide at what was happening. Bipedal rats were one thing, but you thought that you saw everything when you saw bipedal parrots sliding down the harpoon chains.

“You three, apprehend the rats and their boss! I’ll get to work on getting these creatures out!” shouted the only female parrot in the group. She was dressed richly in a fancy red and yellow pirate outfit, with a matching pirate captain’s hat. If the hat wasn’t enough to convince you she was the leader, you got all the backup proof you needed as you watched how she gave out those orders.

Her first priority was getting you out of the cage. With one mighty swing of her sword, she sliced open the rusty chains and lock, causing it to fall off the cage lock hatch. Though, she became both surprised and confused when you didn’t budge.

“What’s the matter? I just busted you out of here, you should be glad you’re free,” she said, pointing a talon at you.

“Excuse me... we barely even know each other...” you said both crossly and weakly. “Besides... you should pay attention when someone’s trying to kill you...”

That little piece of advice saved the bird from getting her head cut off, as she quickly turned around and ducked as one of the rats swung a large blade at her. She retaliated by pulling back her pegged leg, which appeared to be made out of emeralds and delivering a hard kick to her adversary’s stomach. The rat backed away in pain from the impact, gripping his gut and was knocked out cold when the captain jumped in the air and delivered another kick to the back of his head.

Landing to the ground gracefully, the bird quickly looked around to see that her crew had taken care of the other two goons. “Good job, everyone! Now, once you’re done freeing the rest of the critters, gather up all the loot and food and load it onto the ship!” she ordered. That command however, caused her to return her attention back to you.

“You don’t have many options do you, honey?” she asked, as if mocking you. “You can stay here if you want, but the chances are they’ll just lock you up again.”

You gripped your fist, not at all fond of this tone. It was clear both by the way the parrots were dressed and how they climbed back up the harpoon chains with treasure that they were pirates. You never were fond of piracy and couldn’t believe it still exists both back home and apparently, in this world as well. Judging from how the she-parrot here was narrowing down your options, you had a good idea of what she was about offer.

“We came all this way because we’re trying to stamp out the remaining slave activity in these parts, but it can’t be helped if a prisoner won’t budge. You’d be surprised how fast the word will get out and you’re bound to get caught again sooner or later...” She stopped for a minute to offer you a hand. “Unless of course...”

“Are you implying that I join you?! AS IF I’D STOOP TO SUCH A LEVEL!” you shouted before losing consciousness again and falling to the ground. Honestly, it took a lot of effort to keep yourself awake as you watched the recent fight, Having not slept nor gotten proper nutrition these last couple of days, it wasn’t much of a shock that you suddenly fainted. The pirates obviously didn’t take you seriously, as they took advantage of your unconsciousness to load you onto their ship with all their goods.

You could only guess how long you’ve been sleeping in this bed, which was ironically the best you’ve had ever since you ended up in this crazy world. Judging from how much your growling stomach was killing you, you theorized you must have been out for at least an hour. Turning to the side however, you noticed a hot bowl of soup, signaling someone had been in this room not too long ago.

Normally, you would’ve refused accepting food from someone you didn’t know, but your stomach wouldn’t stop growling. Seeing no other choice, you grabbed the bowl and gave the soup a shot. Just like the bed, your meal turned out to be your best one in days and you felt the energy slowly return to your body.

Once you were done eating, you fell victim to your curiosity and got out of bed to open the door. You had to shield your eyes, as you got a good glimpse of the sun the moment you stepped outside. If these guys were pirates, they weren’t like any of the ones you’ve heard about. Not only because they were birds, but the moment you left that room, you noticed the ship wasn’t on the ocean, but rather in the air.

Walking over to the ship’s railing, you collapsed to the deck and held your head, unable to believe how much your life has changed since you drowned. First you woke up in a hot desert, then you found yourself about to sold as a slave and now you here you were on a pirate ship, even though you made it clear you wanted nothing to do with these parrots.

“Hey there!” You stopped holding your head and looked up to see a muscular green parrot with red feathers at the top of his head was walking towards you. “I’m the first mate of the crew. The name’s Mullet.” You didn’t return his smile, as you watched him hop onto the railing and cross his legs. “If you’re gonna join us, we might as well get acquainted.”

“Shut up!” you shouted, as he wasn’t doing anything to help with your headache. More importantly, the bird appeared to be jumping to conclusions, thinking you’re joining the crew when you didn’t even ask to be brought onboard. You put your head back into your palms hoping you’d get some quiet, but your outburst only made Mullet here chuckle.

“Are you always this grouchy when you wake up, or is it only with certain individuals?” he asked, but you didn’t answer and continued staring into the darkness of your palms. “Oh, do you want to know what happened when you were out cold? A few of those slave traders caught up to us and tried to take you back. Naturally, we beat them up.” For some strange reason, this didn’t make you feel any better.

“Never in my entire life have I experienced getting taken and sold like I’m someone’s goddamn property and get taken away by pirates... but I never thought pirates could sail the skies...” you said. You looked up at Mullet, having calmed down a bit, but you still refused to stop glaring.

“There’s a lot about us that you don’t know,” Mullet said. “So, I take it you’re feeling a little better now that you got some grub?”

“I... suppose. But, why would you go through all the trouble to save me? I hardly know you or the rest of the crew and how do I know I can trust you if you suddenly turn your back on me and make me “walk the plank?” you asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous, we only do that to the enemy! As long as you behave, Captain Celaeno won’t see a reason to do such a thing,” he explained. You squint your eyes, wondering if that was supposed to be a threat.

“So, does that make me a prisoner?” you asked.

“That all depends on how you look at it,” Mullet replied, still smiling.

You had quite a few choices of how to respond to that, but before you could make a rebuttal, someone squawked in your ear in the most bizarre way you’ve ever heard. Gritting your teeth, your gaze met that of yet another parrot whose squawks went well with his appearance.

“Who the... uh...?” You thought the dizzy looking parrot would help you by introducing himself, but all he did was let out another one of his silly squawks. He had green feathers just like Mullet, but he was much skinnier. He had a lifesaver float wrapped around his neck, wore goggles over his head and this strange metal object on his upper beak. And he looked like he was slightly molting in certain parts of his body.

“Not much of a speaker, is he?” Mullet asked, rhetorically. “I’ll fill you in, his name’s Squabble. We don’t judge, but the mate had a bit of a birth defect that caused him to look and sound the way he is. Make no mistake though, Captain Celaeno herself can assure you he’s very resourceful as a pirate. She saw potential in him and took him in when nobody else wanted anything to do with him.”

“Where is Celaeno?” you asked, deciding the one who decided the crew’s objectives would be the best one to answer your questions.

“She’s up in her quarters right now,” Mullet answered before telling you how to get there. This made it clear he wasn’t about to do anything to stop you. The fact that he didn’t know why you wanted to see Celaeno, yet held his ground, implied that he must have been confident in his captain’s ability to take care of herself.

Remembering the first mate’s instructions, you headed upstairs onto the deck to locate the black door at the very back of the ship. It wouldn’t be hard to miss, since the door stood out because of its golden handle. With a sigh, you knocked on the door.

“Come on in, it’s open!” the loud voice that you recognized shouted from the other side. Since you had permission, you opened up and got a good glimpse of how Captain Celaeno spent her free time. You expected that as a pirate, she’d be counting the loot she got from those kidnappers and you were almost right, since many treasure boxes laid scattered around her bed. Instead however, she was passing the time downing a bottle of rum.

“I was wondering when you’d finally wake up, mate,” she said, wiping her beak with a smirk. “Judging from how tired you looked when I first laid eyes on you, you must have been forcing yourself to stay awake as you wondered when those rats were gonna sell you, huh?” Contrary to the barbaric, thieving pirates you’ve heard of in countless stories, she was a perceptive one.

“Why am I here?” you asked, though your question wasn’t specific enough. You got annoyed when the bird decided to take another sip of rum before answering you. Clearly she was fond of drinking and you noticed three more bottles on the nightstand beside her. Two of them were already empty.

“Let me guess, you have no idea how you even got here in this wasteland in the first place?” the captain chuckled. Apparently, she understood what your question was referring to. You slowly nodded and folded your arms, wondering if it was that obvious.

“Ah, lighten up. Just hang on for a bit and I’ll tell ya what you need to know,” she assured. “I don’t know how it works, but I’ve met quite a few of your kind who have all claimed to have come from another world. Some have died from rescuing others, others died from accidents, yadda yadda yadda. So what’s your story? Knowing how salty you smell, I’m guessing you drowned out in the ocean, right?”

You were baffled from how spot on she had guessed your death, despite being tanked. Of course, the real shocker was that more humans were in this universe with stories possibly similar to your own. If it was the truth however, then where are they right now? It was possible she was delusional from drinking, but you wouldn’t count on it, since she seemed perfectly fine.

“Are you sure there are others here like me, or is that just the booze talking?” you asked. You soon regretted that decision when Celaeno threw one of the empty bottles at you, which you instantly dodged.

“Watch it, buster! I’ll have you know I have a remarkable tolerance for alcohol, so I still have control of what words come out of my beak!” she yelled. “In fact, I have yet to hear any form of gratitude. If we hadn’t invaded that hideout, they’d probably be placing bids on you right now!”

“R-Right... Thanks... for saving my neck...” you said, facing away from her. Your curiosity and aggravation have both left you and all you were feeling right now was guilt. After all, Celaeno told you when she released you from your cage, that a human could be sold at a high price since it was extremely hard to find one. Who knows what kind of abuse you’d be enduring right now if these parrots didn’t come to your aid?

“Here! Catch!” Celaeno shouted, tossing you a bottle of her rum. “Tell me something, honey. You seemed pretty pissed when I offered you a spot in my crew. What do you have against pirates?”

“Back where I’m from, pirates have a history for being savage, murdering thieves. Even though you saved my life, I saw how you stole treasure and food that doesn’t belong to you or your crew,” you said, which did nothing to get Celaeno to stop frowning.

“Do you honestly think they deserve that loot, given you can figure out very easily how they make their fortune? The slave trade has been going on ever since the badlands grew impoverished from the Storm King’s rule. Even though the bastard is dead, there are still folks who aren’t ready to move on from such an immoral business. That’s where we come in!” Celaeno stopped to look at her bottle which was halfway empty.

“Who or what was this Storm King?” you asked.

“That’s an irrelevant question, mate. As a victim of the slave activity, I saw an interesting spark in your eye when I let you out of that cage. I could tell you were furious that a business like this exists and you probably want to do something about it, am I wrong?” she asked, getting off the bed and walking towards you. “If you stay with me, I assure you you’ll be able to make a name for yourself helping creatures who weren’t so lucky!”

“Well... I do know how to fight. And I would be lying if I said I was fond of being treated like an animal like I was earlier.” You felt a toast coming your way, so you opened the bottle of rum in your hand.

“Then you’d best prepare yourself, mate. This is only the beginning of your new adventure and new life... as a pirate!” she shouted, holding her bottle up high. “A toast... to the newest member of our crew!” At that moment, the door burst open and the rest of the pirates came in with bottles of their own.

This was still a whole lot to process, and you still felt skeptic about going from a humble fisherman, to exotic slave, to an official pirate. You weren’t sure how this was going to turn out, but you had no other place to go and Celaeno was generous enough to take you under wing, so what other choice was there? Who knows, maybe the life of a pirate won’t be so bad after all.