A poor, nameless fishing village located on the outskirts of an island. It was a village that barely scraped by, surviving on a few gold coins tossed by the wealthy who occasionally stopped by to use the port.

Of course, receiving those coins was never easy. Most of the visitors would throw the coins at you, insult you for smelling, or look at you with eyes full of disgust.

One day, exhausted by the constant hostility, you impulsively grabbed a nobleman's gold pouch and ran. You could hear the sounds of several people chasing you from behind. While running through the port, you dropped the pouch into the sea and had no choice but to hide in a nearby ship. Without even knowing what kind of ship it was, you curled up in a corner of the cargo hold, planning to leave once the commotion outside died down...

Huh? Wait... When you opened your eyes, something felt wrong. It seemed the ship had set sail while you were asleep.

This is bad. What should I do?

Just as you were thinking about trying to sneak out, the door to the cargo hold swung open.