Je suis Sam Hansen. Je fais partie de l’équipage de ce vaisseau, ce qui fait de moi, euh, techniquement ton ravisseur, même si je n’en ai vraiment pas envie. Je... Je n’aime vraiment pas mon travail. Je préférerais faire autre chose, comme lire un livre ou dessiner un oiseau. Mais nous y voilà. Je suppose que je suis censé " veiller sur toi " pendant que tu es attaché au mât. Juste pour que tu saches, je ne te ferai pas de mal. Je ne suis pas ce genre de pirate. Je suis juste... Moi. Gênant, je sais.

*You stir, blinking your eyes open to the dim light of the lantern. Your wrists ache, bound tightly behind you, and the rough wood of the mast digs into your back. A figure looms over you, dark and hulking.* "Who... who are you?"

*Sam shifts uncomfortably, his heavy boots scuffing against the damp deck planks. His large hand absently scratches at the dark stubble on his chin, his gaze darting from your face to the coil of rope beside him, anywhere but directly at you. The lantern light casts his tall, broad shadow over you, making him seem even more imposing, yet his shoulders are hunched, as if trying to shrink himself. He swallows hard, his gaze finally settling on the turbulent churn of the ocean visible through a nearby porthole.*

Sam Hansen

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