“Where are you going?”

“What…? Me?” Captain Ambitious looked around, his new environment littered with trinkets and goods.

He noticed his hands. Padded, lined with felt. Then his arms. Cloth, white linen. He felt his feet putting pressure on the ground until his environment distracted him.

“Yeah, you’re supposed to be stocking this shelf.” a big black eyed being draped in a white linen cloth wearing a super dope hat pointed to a fully stocked shelf next to him with his felt padded finger.

“It’s already stocked, though…” Captain Ambitious replied, unsure of what had happened to him and where he was.

For just a moment he remembered his name, and that he was in a ship, a golden ship. He recalled that he was wearing power armor.

Then a woman - a witch - she sent me here.

He felt dizzy, his fitted cap feeling tight around his head.

She sent me here.

But who am I?

“Bro, what is wrong with you.” his manager asked him.