One moment you're minding your own business, skylarking topside during a foggy morning, just before dawn. You turn to look off the port side when you hear the distinctive sound of cannons going off, then all is dark.
When you come to you notice the sun is up and you're staring at black sails. Before you have a chance to get up and run for it a massive pirate hikes a boot up on the powder keg next to your head. "Well, looked what washed aboard"

Artwork by  nateday