Things don't go great

You were about to reach for the green clad lady, distracted by whatever commotion everyone was looking towards behind the brushes. A whistling sound flies from behind and pasts your ear. Crushing into the center of the group revealing a small old era grenade. Fuse burnt away. Exploding into a cloud of black smoke. Inhaling slowly burning the inside of your lungs, deafening the remaining senses that you have lefted. Finally muffling the other coughs and moans until falling **** yourself.

What seemed like hours of endless hiking through giant forest, revolting swamps and rich sandy benches all course blindfolded. Slung to what finally felt like solid ground. Hundred feet crashed on wooden plank boards. Hearing a metal grate open and the screams of young boys being kicked into a hole down below. You run like a mad man having no sense of where you were going, gaining the advantage of distance far away from whatever was happening to the others but the disadvantage of bashing into a solid structure.

Which it did but ripping the sack of your head. Gaining your vision back in the processes. Finding yourself aboard the deck of a ship with Peter and Wendy tied up in the center. Then a laugh.

Leather boots hit the wooden steps hard. Step by step you begin to panic, desperately thinking of that stupid Disney movie to which character who could've ever produce such a sound. Scarpering of metal scratching into the wooden banister which craved as the form of a hook.

“Oh Shit”

Was the only response that you had when your eyes followed the figure upwards. Fine crafted boots, tight, black, silk laced pantaloons, black with rose embroidered corset holding the largest breast you have ever seen. “Wait what!?” The women wore the infamous crimson leather trench coat and feathered hat raising your chin meeting her gaze with her silver hook gently “Looks like a new one but finally a boy older than those other annoying rodents. I am Captain Jane Hook and welcome aboard The Jolly Roger.”