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Author's note: I ultimately decided against my own wishes and went for a you(female) like all the others on this site. I'll most likely write a you(male) version of this sooner or later.
Pirates Of The Caribbean: The Fate Of The Scarlet Rings
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A cool ocean breeze blows across your face, full of the fresh scent of salt water. The sounds of waves softly crashing and a drunken man trying to sing bring forth a great deal of curiosity within you. You softly moan as you feel ropes binding your arms and legs together. Finally, your eyes begin to open. At first, the light seems to bright. Your vision gets cleared up within moments. You are on a pirate ship, wearing nothing more than a few animal skins where it matters most.
As you look around, you notice there is only one man on deck. He's far too busy drinking his last bottles of rum to notice you. If you weren't tied up, you'd cover your ears to block out his singing voice. But that's not what bothered you. You somehow knew you had to get off. As you look a bit more, you find a knife lying next to you. It appears sharp enough to cut through the ropes, but you're quite sure you'd never be able to hold it properly in this position.
"Pennyless Pete!" a voice suddenly calls out from nearby. "I'll be needin' me payment now!"
See who it is on Page 2 . . .
Author's note: I ultimately decided against my own wishes and went for a you(female) like all the others on this site. I'll most likely write a you(male) version of this sooner or later.
Pirates Of The Caribbean: The Fate Of The Scarlet Rings
Page 1
A cool ocean breeze blows across your face, full of the fresh scent of salt water. The sounds of waves softly crashing and a drunken man trying to sing bring forth a great deal of curiosity within you. You softly moan as you feel ropes binding your arms and legs together. Finally, your eyes begin to open. At first, the light seems to bright. Your vision gets cleared up within moments. You are on a pirate ship, wearing nothing more than a few animal skins where it matters most.
As you look around, you notice there is only one man on deck. He's far too busy drinking his last bottles of rum to notice you. If you weren't tied up, you'd cover your ears to block out his singing voice. But that's not what bothered you. You somehow knew you had to get off. As you look a bit more, you find a knife lying next to you. It appears sharp enough to cut through the ropes, but you're quite sure you'd never be able to hold it properly in this position.
"Pennyless Pete!" a voice suddenly calls out from nearby. "I'll be needin' me payment now!"
See who it is on Page 2 . . .