Weeks of open ocean, and at last a smudge of land on the horizon. Then a second sail appears: a galleon, fast and closing, with the Jolly Roger at the masthead.
Your captain knows that ship. It belongs to Calico Jack, the quickest and most feared pirate in the Caribbean. The white flag goes up without a fight, and within minutes you’re prisoners on his deck.
Night falls. Sea fog rolls over the water and Calico Jack’s crew drinks itself to sleep. Below deck, in the dark, you start working on your chains.
One sailor stays awake: Scarface, Calico Jack’s first mate, with a face like a thundercloud and a soft spot for prisoners. The captain trusts him completely. He really shouldn’t.
His treasure is aboard and nobody is guarding it. If you can get free, find it and reach a lifeboat before first light, you’ll be rich and gone.
If dawn finds you still aboard, Calico Jack will have you walking the plank. You have one hour.
Rich by dawn, or shark food.