You know what, I'm feeling good about dis, HELL IM GONNA START IT OFF THIS TIME-
.. 21 days, that's how long you were able to last with the little spark of freedom, but it was taken when they took you aboard, no matter how much you would've screamed, cried, kicked.. they didn't care for your well-being. It was merely moments until you were tossed and practically chained into a cage.. It reaked with rust, the texture of it alone would've made one shiver out of discomfort, and the smell of salt wasn't the best. There was very little to view around the place, even the sailors didn't have much to offer in terms of anything, you'd look at them, and they looked exactly how any sort of rookie pirate or sailor would've seemed, if it was only not of their own tone and attitude, would've it made a sense. The only question was... what would you do now?