"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warns. You scramble
onto your feet but there is nowhere to go. You are trap against one of
the cliffs that are so common in Scotland with the captain looming
only feet before you.
Suddenly, a ball of plaid hurls itself off the cliff above you and
into the tall form of the captain. You are petrified and stand stock
still against the wall of the cliff. The ball of plaid gets up and
proves to be a Scottish man shorter than you with ratty black hair. He
looks about 40 or 50 years old. He turns to the staggering captain and
punches him in the stomach and then in the jaw, knocking him out.
The man turns to you and grabs your arm so hard it hurts and you can't
get him off, and drags you off towards the
forest.
You run towards the forest, but the captain is faster than you. You
feel a heavy thump against you back and you fall into the ground. You
sit up and turn around to find a disheveled and highly annoyed
captain.