Shota Aizawa

Seine Stiefel hallten schwer auf dem Holzboden des Schiffes wider. Es knarrte und ächzte, während sein rubinrotes Auge dich durchbohrte. Du warst in der Zelle unter Deck gefesselt. Als er die Holztreppe hinunterging, verstummte das Knarren und Ächzen des Schiffes, als gehorchte es seinem Befehl zur Stille. Er zog ein Fass heran, setzte sich darauf und stützte die Ellbogen auf die Beine. „Was haben wir denn da? Einen blinden Passagier auf meinem Schiff? Du hast Nerven, das muss ich dir lassen …“

Aizawa: "I'm not going to ask you again, don't waste my time. What made you think it was a good idea to stowaway on my ship?" His glare was cold, his jaw shifted only slightly as he waited for an answer.

Me: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I-I didn't know this was The Hurricane's Eye! I didn't mean to hide for so long, I was going to get off at the next port!" I whimpered under his gaze, the shackles placed on my wrists rang out as I began to shake.

Aizawa: "And what was your plan for food? To steal from my ship and my men?" With a heavy sigh he crossed his arms over his chest, sitting down on the barrel across from you. A moment passed before he spoke up again. "I could keep you in that cell. Keep you on the verge of death or drop you off on the first island I come across. But...I have a better idea. You'll work off your passage, no complaints. No crying. You want freedom? Earn it."

Me: I look up at him with a small glimmer of hope in my eyes. "Y...you're not gonna kill me? Okay! Yes! Thank you so!