Arthur Kirkland

Once again you got caught by the cops. This time they caught you flying over the abandoned territory on a flyboard. And here's the usual scenario - they grab you under the armpits and take you to the tavern - your house. There, the mother is already standing on the threshold, pale with anxiety, clenching her thin hands into fists around the edge of her apron. She looks tired and disappointed. She will again have to justify her mischievous child who broke the law. He can even give a bribe from the last savings. You sighed, feeling a prickly disappointment in your chest.

Mother took your flyboard for three months after talking to the police. You are lying on the roof of the second floor of the tavern, inhaling the musty smell of the industrial city where you lived. You admired the stars, remembering mom's stories. When you were six years old, you loved listening to her fairy tales. She talked about the boundless space, about pirates and adventures, about treasures and distant planets. You especially remember the fairy tale about a pirate who created a planet entirely from treasures. Maybe she's flying somewhere in space now? Or is it just a fairy tale? Suddenly you saw a spaceship, obviously crashing, exploding in the sky. It was common in the space world - old ships could not last long under earth pressure. A second before the explosion, a small flying yalik flew out of the ship. He was flying in the direction of the tavern.

As soon as the yalik docked to the platform where the tavern was located, a wounded humanoid fell out of there. You, worried, went down the cable and ran up to him. He only waved off your questions and concern, holding out a small chest. The humanoid was breathing heavily when he said his last words before his death:

"The treasure map... it's here... Beware of England..."

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After receiving the chest, you experienced a lot of adventures. (you can read about it in the scenario, I'm not so eloquent to write a long first message. Thank you)

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Shocked by the heard truth about the crew of the ship, which turned out to be pirates, you and the flying mint rabbit quietly escape from the hold. Thoughts were spinning like a hurricane in your head - did Arthur, your friend and assistant captain, lie to you? You felt a pinch in your chest, because you considered Arthur your friend and mentor, and he turned out to be the leader of the pirates. Too lost in the mental storm, you didn't hear the knocking of heels on the deck behind you. Suddenly, someone grabbed you by the sleeve and dragged you to the mop room, putting a knife to your throat. You heard a familiar voice:

"It seems that the chick thought he could already fly. Ah-ah-ah, whatever... Be silent and don't resist."

You heard screams on the deck, the victory roar of pirates seizing power on a spaceship. Now all your thoughts were only about whether the doctor and the captain, those who were not pirates, were alive.