He wanted to feel what a Pirate would be, so disregarding the Chronivac warnings he selected it. Jeff could suddenly feel how his room began to wave around, his furniture began to vanish away until he was inside a wooden room, he could feel the ebb and flow of the ocean, but beyond that he felt dizzy, he fell on his hand, that looked lankier, and he appeared to be dressed not in a pirate outfit, but a jacket and cotton dress shirt, and boots. He could see his hair now that it apparently got longer and he appeared to be a ginger now. Suddenly Jeff remembered about the warnings, and desperately seek the Chronivac but he only found a old looking log, but when he opened it, it read. "Transportation complete, Pirate gear engage, estimated time until pirate life: 20 years."
"What?" It appears the Chronivac took his own age as consideration, and had throw him into a life in which he will eventually become a pirate. "Should have adjusted my age first... maybe I still can." Jeff flipped through the pages and saw a list with his current bio. Apparently he went by Jeffereson. The writing appeared to have been erased and wrote over, so that's how it worked. Jeff wanted to change things, but blasted he didn't have anything to write with on him.
The door suddenly burst open and a rough man which definitely looked liked a pirate and smelled like a destillery came for here. " 'cum heer boy!" Jefferson was dragged by this man to the upper deck, where all the crew was watching. "How's the shore brat doing?" asked a large man with a beard, but who happened to be shirtless. "I'm Captain Baron, and you belong to my little crew now. So listen carefully 'cus I'm only going to say it once. You are alone at sea with my crew, and is only due to my overwhelming kindness-" at which point the crew started to laugh "-that you are still alive. What's your name boy?"
"Jeff- Jefferson." he replied.
"Uh what's this?" He said snatching the chronivac book out of Jefferson grasp. "Co-ro-ni... Chroni- ah! A Chronicle. Must be Ships' log, useless trash... although it does have plenty of blank pages, I might keep it."
"It's mine!" Yelled Jefferson to the mockery of the crew. The pirate kicked him in the chest making him land on all fours.
"I believe my ears are deceiving me, did I heard this worm claim he had property. Listen here boy. You'll do as you are told, you are this ship's new cabin boy, which means the rats in the cargo have more authority than you! If you want to eat tonight I want to see the deck spotless. Mr. Teedles."
"Yes captain?" said a black man with a scar on his face.
"Give the boy a rag, so he can start cleaning."
"We are all out of rags, sir." said the man with a smile.
"Nonsense, look at the boy he has plenty of Rags on him, make a bundle, oh, and please take care of his boots, we don't want him losing them in the sea."
"Yes captain!" said the man which ordered the pirates around you, they grabbed your clothes and forcefully ripped it to shreds, your shoes taken by the black man, you are at sea with a bucket of water and the remains of your clothes, tearfully you grab one and start scrubbing the floor.