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On holiday in Cape Town, you somehow end up rubbing elbows with a shipping tycoon and he takes a liking to you. The next thing you know, you're drinking Cristal on a yacht somewhere in the western Indian Ocean. Just admiring the stars the, silence and the serenity. Then all Hell breaks loose and the yacht is attacked by pirates, storming the boat, they overwhelm the guards and after a chaotic five or ten minutes, you are knocked out from behind, fading into darkness fast. You awake in the hold of a large vessel by the rocking motion and tell-tale maritime odors. You are in a makeshift cage. Fastened securely to the floor and ceiling. Another cage butts up against yours. Huddled in the corner is an exotic woman, looking at you with a mixture of caution and concern, and perhaps a little bit of hope.