What are your goals?

The mansion harboring the pirates exuded an eerie stillness as night enveloped its premises. In a secluded corner, three individuals donning identical uniforms gathered, their voices hushed.

"I have reservations about this course of action," Marcus expressed, his hand absently scratching his head.

Seline placed a reassuring hand on Marcus's shoulder, her voice infused with determination. "I understand that you have grown accustomed to the absence of freedom in this place, but we must seize the opportunity to break free."

Relenting, Marcus sighed, conceding, "Alright, alright. Remind me again of the plan. What makes you so certain there is a hidden passage?"

"Trust me, Marcus," Seline insisted, conviction lacing her words. "I stumbled upon an ancient map that hinted at the existence of a concealed passage within this mansion."