"Aye, Captain! We have a new captive on our ship," called a fellow crewmate. "Mm, let me see him, mate," called Captain Arthur Kirkland. His crewmate sighed. "You know…one of these days we're gonna capture a lady one, y'know." Arthur frowned. "Yes, I know but most of our captives are men." His crewmate shoved the captive over to his captain. Indeed, he was a man. A fine lad, too.

"What's your name, boy?" Arthur called to the man. His voice gave off a thundering tone, which made even his own sailors and crew shiver. "Alfred F. Jones, sir," replied the man. He was neither scared or shriveling. Arthur was surprised. His captives were usually doing either of the latter above sine they found the captain frightening. "You are now my captive, understand? My word is my final answer and you better obey every syllable," Arthur said, swinging around his cutlass randomly.

"Understand, sir," Alfred, the captive, replied, nodding his head in understanding. Arthur was yet surprised again. This man was not afraid at all and he acted like he was one of his crew or sailors. "Well, mate, see him off in the decks below," Arthur ordered swinging his cutlass forward as he meant every swish. His crewmate nodded and brought Alfred to the decks below where their captives were held.

"You can have this corner here, mate," the crewmate said, patting a dry spot on the wooden floor near a pier. "Alright, got it," Alfred said, nodding. He sat down and took in his surroundings. He sniffed. He expected to smell something musky and pungent, but surprisingly, the air smelled of sea salt and balmy sea breezes. The captives didn't look sickly at all. They actually looked quite healthy and some were just a little dirty. They chatted quietly amongst themselves, fidgeting around in their tiny spaces.

A dark-skinned girl sat down next to Alfred. "Hello," she said in a friendly manner. "Hi," Alfred said. "So you must be the new guy, huh?" the girl said casually to Alfred. "Seems so," Alfred replied. The girl looked pretty young, in her teenage years still. "How old are you?" Alfred asked. "Oh, I'm almost fourteen-years-old," the girl replied. "Ah! I'm sorry for being rude, my name's Samira." "Oh no, you weren't I'm Alfred," Alfred said. "Your name is really pretty." "Thank you! Yours is very unique also, I've never heard anything like it," Samira replied.

"So how were you captured?" Alfred asked. "Oh, the town I lived at had gotten invaded and I was one of the unlucky ones who got caught," Samira replied. "It's not so bad here, I was actually an orphan from the island I lived on, it's called Seychelles." "Ah, I see, I was taken from my trading boat," Alfred said. "I've never heard of Seychelles before. Is it a small island?" Samira nodded. "Yes, the population of my island isn't very high since the land is rather small." "Interesting," Alfred said. He was new to this new environment and he already had made a friend.