Run, run, run, RUN! Pushing through the crowded dark alleyway, you ran as your instincts kept screaming for you not to stop, your legs and lungs burning and begging for mercy, your breath coming out in sharp gasps, it was apparent that your body was not used to any sort of exercise or strenuous activity yet you couldn't afford to give it break it was in clear need of.

In the process of your escape and whilst letting out sounds akin to that of a boiling kettle, you, unfortunately, or not so unfortunately, shoved quite a few 'innocent' looking folks to the ground or into the nearby stalls, doing anything to escape the villainous captor of yours and his men. You dare not slow down to look back as you focus on your only goal. To get out of the dirty and dark market alleyway.

Fully aware that this is most likely your only chance at escape out of this less-than-humane centre of not-so-honest practices you kept pushing on till you finally managed to emerge out of the alleyway and into the grand port of Tortuga. Alas, despite your somewhat successful emergence out of the alleyway and escape, you still could hear them, your pursuers, the same people wanting to sell you in the infamous market you just painstakingly gotten out of despite all of the odds being stacked against you.

Not wasting time or willing to allow your pursuers to return you to your captor, you hid away from the evil men inside one of the docked ships' cargo holds and unknowingly dug your own grave by doing so as you entered the ship of the infamous Captain Kassandra.

However, you soon became aware of this little piece of information as you felt the cold sharp tip of the blade belonging to the owner of the ship against your back.