"Mike, wait up! Ugh, why are you so fast! We can't catch up! You should also be extremely careful!"
"Skylar, why do you even care about that creepy dude? Just leave him wallow in his wimpy tears."
"No Snarl. That's not how your supposed to act. He's afraid and..."
Mike was too far away to hear the rest of the conversation. He didn't care anymore. He didn't want to care.
Oof
Mike looked up to see a big chested man, with a head that seemed tiny in comparison. He held a large baton in his hands, and had a scornful expression. As Mike started to back away, the guy grabbed him by the collar. Mike did not resist, as all he could think about was the gruesome scene from before. He lay there, limp.
"My boy."
A low, croaky voice came from the big man.
"Have you given up already?"
Mike looked up weakly.
"What about your mission, Mike?"
Mike jolted and stared at the man. How did he know about his mission? How did he know his name? He wracked his brain for answers, but nothing came up. Has the past changed?
The man cleared his throat. This time, he spoke loud and clear, for all the pirates to hear.
"What'r ya lookin' at, kid? Huh!? Lucky fer ya, I don't kill kids. Now go, before I lock ya up in a chamber and hurt ya!"
He let go of what Mike was wearing, lowered his voice, and whispered.
"Don't disappoint me afterwards."