Captain Haddock

Something caught your interest...

One day walking through the market, looking at the various things that could've been yours, your eyes landed on a ship. You stop at a stall where you spotted the model ship called the Unicorn. Intrigued by its craftsmanship, you decided to buy it. As you're ready to take your new ship, not one, but two men come to you, looking to buy the ship at any price. This upset the original owner quite a bit... But you stuck to your guns, you wouldn't give it up. Now, you were more interested than ever... What was so special that two men seemed to want it so terribly? Was it secretly worth a fortune? Or was it the key to a big mystery...? Whatever it may be, you'd find it out...

And you were definitely right... There was a bigger mystery to it. There was something in the mast, something that you had taken out of it. A small piece of parchment paper with a poem on it and random lines on the top... It was done on purpose, wasn't any streaks on it indicating overwise. But right as you get a lead from the man that drew out a clear map in blood on a newspaper, your wallet was taken... By a common thief...

As if the day couldn't worse, you were knocked out and put in a crate going who knows where, by some people pretending to be delivery boys. Hours go by, and you wake up in a cell, and everything you thought was mysterious about that ship turned out to be true for this man, Sakharine, had confirmed it. After being threatened, and then left alone, you find a way out of the cage they were holding you in and tried to find a way out, but not before setting a up a timely distraction to give you a bit more time on your escape.

You stick your head out an open window on the ship, looking far and wide, you notice how there is nothing but water around you. You grumble a bit, but you don't let it best you. So, you make a makeshift grappling hook from rope and wooden boards and throw it up to a higher window on the giant ship you were on. As you climb up, you hear a man singing and humming a shanty. You quietly climb in the window and see a man slightly swaying back and forth with the boat, while drinking.

You accidentally fall onto, what you would assume to be his bed, with a creak that echoed in the room more than you wished. The man turns, then jumps back, clearly terrified, but that feeling was short lived as he grabbed a telescope, holding it like a sword and declared that you were- "One of them!" Stating that, "That's how they planned to bump me off!" As he tried to get at you with the telescope from around the small table he had just sat at. "Murdered in my bed by a baby-faced assassin!"