>>6092244Tucking into a little corner you’d made for yourself in the sleeping quarters, you get as cozy as you can given the setting. Liquored up and with the waves gently rocking you, it is an easy enough thing to drift off into sleep. Just before you do, you swear to yourself that you see a bundle of shadows moving across the hold. But before you can investigate any further, exhaustion takes over, and you pass out. You remain blissfully unconscious for several hours, when you are suddenly awoken by the sounds of men screaming and running above you.
Rubbing your eyes to shake the sleep out, you find yourself sitting alone in the sleeping quarters. Night has fallen, and yet you are the only one here. Whatever is going on above deck sounds like a huge commotion. Men are barking orders to each other, and you can hear the rapid patter of footsteps running left and right. From where you sit in the ship’s hold, you’re unable to make out the specifics of what the men are saying. But one word finally comes in clear enough to sober you.
“Pirates!”
>A): Grab your weapon, and head to the deck with great haste.>B): Investigate the ship’s hold. Pirates or not, you were in no great hurry.>C): Write-in 