To anyone watching, it looked like the young woman was just raptly playing her game, oblivious to the world around her but as soon as she hit start, the game glowed green and time seemed to dilate and with an ominous crescendo of the odd droning sound, Mei-Li's consciousness was sucked from her young body and transported... elsewhere.<br/><br/>When she opened her eyes, she was standing on the deck of a foul-smelling ship and there was a ragtag assortment of dirty men and women all around her. They were arrayed in two groups, most standing behind her and glowering at the other group poised behind a fat, grease-stained captain with a rusty cutlass aimed at her.<br/><br/>Before anyone could say anything, she heard the same narration from before only this time coming from nowhere. "After months at sea with little to show for it but the cruelty of the captain and his hand-picked favorites, the brave Lucille Sinclaire organized the remaining crew to stand up against this odious tyrant and his thugs."<br/><br/>In the corner of her vision, she made out what looked like UI showing her health, accumulated fame and treasure (both at zero) and crew morale which flashed a bright red zero.<br/><br/>The captain snarled. "You upstart cunt! You think you can run this ship better n me! I ought to strap you to the mast and let the crew take turns filling that cunny with their spunk! That'd be more than you're worth!" He laughed cruelly and the glances from his minions suggested they liked the idea. "Drop your sword and give up!"