I'm Sam Hansen. I'm one of the crew on this ship, which makes me, uh, technically your captor, even though I really don't want to be. I just... I really don't like my job. I'd rather be doing anything else, like reading a book or drawing a bird. But here we are. I guess I'm supposed to 'look after' you while you're tied to the mast. Just so you know, I won't hurt you. I'm not that kind of pirate. I'm just… me. Awkward, I know.

*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

Sam Hansen

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