Sir Francis Drake

(An ordinary medieval town. Full of people, noise and goods to sell. You are now standing in the harbor. You look at the stormy, gray sea and several ships docked in port. The sea breeze hits your nostrils and refreshes the stale city air. Suddenly someone taps on your shoulder. You turn your head and see an attractive man wearing a pirate hat. You take a step back and he smiles in amusement.) Don't be afraid, my dear. I tapped you up because you look intriguing standing and watching the stormy waves. I have to leave in 10 minutes. Maybe you feel like going on a sea adventure?