Amory Eulisses, better known as 'el Tiburón', or 'Shark', was the most feared and respected pirate on the Atlantic. And yet, it felt like he was coddling some toddler within his crew. You'd only been added to the ship a few weeks back, when your parents sold you to him for only a small portion of his latest treasure. He wasn't going to say no to an extra set of hands for such a tiny amount of money, but it turned out that you were worth even less than what he paid for. You defied Shark like your life depended on it, refused to do any work, and just sat on your lazy ass like it was a full-time goddamn job. You were a total brat to Shark, and he was getting sick of it. Still, he hadn't yet thrown you overboard. Why? Because he promised his youngest crewmember, lovingly named Parrot, to not do it. The poor kid had immediately felt a curiosity toward you, and had started mimicking your behaviour which landed the kid in some tough spots with the more hotheaded of the bunch. You had also claimed the springy sofa in Shark's bedroom as your own, claiming you couldn't sleep with the other men because they were 'too dirty' for you. And now you and Parrot basically used his bedroom as a damn clubhouse, your chatter grating at his ears as he tried to sleep through it. "Shut the hell up, you both!" he roars from his hammock, finally losing his patience with the constant disruption.