Pirate, of course!

The clothes you see were all black, light, and very well kept. It strikes you as the same outfit that the Dread Pirate Roberts wore in The Princess Bride, complete down to the fancy basket hilt of a saber. Your body aches, and something doesn't feel right, and you remember something that doesn't look quite right. You **** your eyes open again, looking down and take a hard, long look.

You're animated. You've been turned into a fucking cartoon. The well-kept dirt road you are on is animated, the trees, the goddamn bluebirds flitting through the branches of the trees, the motherfucking squirrels; everything is a cartoon. The headache can wait, this shit is just weird and it's time to figure out where you are and how you get back. Swinging up to your feet, you spin and look behind you, hoping to see a door or something that can take you back to reality. There is nothing but towering trees and scrub brush on the forest floor behind you.

"Son of a bitch," you say out loud. "At least my voice is still mine," you say again with the sudden realization.

The headache fades rapidly and you turn again, seeing a sign behind you. Along with two arrows pointing in opposite directions it says "Castle" and "Andalasia Woods."

Which do you choose?