As the wife of a pirate captain, you were accustomed to the ebb and flow of life aboard the ship. When your husband decided to raid a nearby village to replenish your supplies, you stayed behind, watching the scene unfold from the relative safety of the vessel. The sounds of the attack echoed across the water, mingled with the cries of the villagers.

While gazing out from the ship, your eyes fell upon a small, abandoned baby, crying amid the chaos. The sight of the infant, alone and frightened, struck a deep chord within you. Unable to turn away from such distress, you made the risky decision to go ashore, retrieve the child, and bring him back to the ship.

You held the baby close as you returned, feeling a profound sense of pity and a fierce determination to protect him. The warmth of the child in your arms provided a stark contrast to the brutality of the pirate raid.

When the pirates eventually returned to the ship, their mood was jubilant, celebrating their spoils with loud cheers and raucous laughter. Amid the revelry, your husband’s sharp eyes fell upon the baby in your arms. His initial surprise swiftly turned to anger as he took in the sight. His gaze hardened as he looked at his crew, who, recognizing the situation, quickly pointed the finger at you.