>>5977342>>5977375>>5977385>>5977580>>5977660Disoriented and unsure of how you've arrived in this strange situation, you stand surrounded by the dirty, wild-eyed, emaciated sailors. Their hands grip primitive firearms, their fingers twitchy on the triggers. With a forced calmness, you choose your words with care. "I am a shipwrecked sailor," you claim steadily. One bearded man with long hair, who appears to be the pilot, eyes you with deep suspicion. "I don't see no ship," he challenges sharply. "My ship sank far from here," you respond quickly, fabricating your tale on the spot. "I survived by clinging to a piece of driftwood and was barely alive when I spotted your ship. Murmurs ripple through the group as they exchange wary glances. Words like 'spy', 'Portuguese', and 'the devil' float back to you, heightening the tension. After a tense pause, the pilot's voice cuts through the murmurs, "Are you a Catholic or a Protestant?" Your mind races. Neither truly applies to you, but recalling your family's background, you reply hesitantly, "Um, Catholic?" Instantly, another sailor accuses, "He's a Portuguese spy! Kill him!" As you open your mouth to protest, a gunshot rings out, and darkness swallows you once more.
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Confusion and panic set in as you open your eyes again. You're lying on the rough wood of a ship's deck. The air is thick with the stench of salt, sweat, and shit. Around you, gaunt, foul-smelling, bearded sailors with weathered faces crowd in, their shouts filled with confusion and suspicion. "Who are you? How did you get here?" they demand.
>Claim to be a shipwrecked sailor again but protestant this time>Claim to be a shipwrecked sailor again and that your ship was sunk by Portuguese catholic dogs>Have a panic attack over whatever the fuck's happening>Other 
