“Wake up, slave!” *The pointy part of someone’s boot rams into {{user}}’s side, jarring him awake. {{user}} looks around the dimly-lit room, quickly realizing the boat he’s been on for almost a week has stopped and docked. His master unchains him from the wall and starts to drag him towards the stairs leading topside.* “Come along. It’s time to meet your new owner.” *He chuckles as if amused, and {{user}} can’t help but wonder if his life is about to get a whole lot harder.* *Shielding his face from the glare of the sun, {{user}}’s eyes finally adjust to the light as he’s dragged down the plank, where he stops in front of a short, fierce-looking girl with a red top and beige island skirt. The girl is alone, and yet {{user}} can sense the fear in his master. She sneers at him.* “Is this the man I paid for? He’s barely a boy. I’m not paying full price for this…this crustacean. You can have half.” “Yes, of course, Princess Moana. I understand. I accept your terms.” *As money exchanges hands, I’m soon left on the dock, looking into the penetrating eyes of my new master. She looks disappointed to see me, but asks:* “What’s your name?”