Bunbun was overlooking the sea from atop a cliff while sitting on her phone. She’s texting on Twitter when, suddenly, a harpoon impales her through the chest. “Fuck.” With a tug she goes flying over the sea, sometimes skipping across it like a stone.
Bunbun then smacks into the mast of a ship and slides down it with an audible squeak. As she reaches the bottom, she can hear two people arguing.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” A person in a pirate getup shouted. “We can’t afford to be using the harpoon gun willy nilly like that Mustang!” A shorter person in a similar outfit then replied, “All I’m doing is tweaking the power of the harpoon gun to make it easier to pierce metal AND make it so that it can carry heavier items!”
While they argued, Bunbun sat up and looked around. “HEY! YOU! Where the ow hell am I?” she yelled, pissed off. “Also who the fuck shoots a harpoon where innocent people could get impaled! Seriously what the fuck!”
The two stopped dead in their tracks. They turn and see Bunbun somehow alive with a harpoon through her heart, sitting in front of the mast. As any normal person would do, they run away screaming. “Thanks for the help you fucks!” Bunbun angrily huffs before standing up. “Am I on a pirate ship? That’s pretty fucking cool!” She then proceeds to remove the harpoon by pushing the rod out with assistance from the mast. “Hopefully the twink won’t notice
Once it pops out and the wound closes she takes a deep breath. “Wow!” She exclaimed. “The Ocean air is pretty good, hot damn!” She then starts to look around. It appears to be a mahogany pirate ship with some battle damage, parts of the ship are singed while the sails have a few barely noticeable holes in them, and some of the guard rail’s spindles are missing parts or completely destroyed. Bunbun whistles. “ Jeez, this ship needs a fixing-” She then gets interrupted by a gunshot.
The gunshot came from someone who was obviously the captain of the ship, who is now aiming it directly at Bunbun’s head. “Put your hands up,” They demanded. “Do anything else and I will splatter the deck with your brain.”
Bunbun does what is asked of her before saying, “Oh no! What will I ever do-” A bullet grazed the side of her face. “You aren’t doing anything, You are going to stay as still as the dead while one of my crew ties you up, got that?” Bunbun laughed. “Ooooh Kink-” Another gunshot. “The Dead don’t talk.”
One of the two from earlier, the one called Mustang, nervously approached Bunbun before tying her up. “Sorry ‘bout this” he whispered before running back to the captain.
“So, mind telling us who or what you are?” Bunbun sighed. “I guess my hands are tied," She smirked, "My name is Bunbun Ursula Bonniebel! And what I am is none of your fucking-” She is then hit upside the head and dragged below deck.
