I paused. Silence surrounded the area soon broken. I find myself in a ship, nothing else, the rest of the area is dull. I look at my trembling hand and it appeares to be see through. The last thing I remember was watching my hand burn in the ship full of flames while the last seconds of my life pass. Could this be true?, I thought. It all started when the pirates had capured me to sell as a slave. One of the pirates had let out a few cigarettes which had caused a fire. Would this be the end?