It had been several years since Hodgkin had set foot on civilized land; he never expected to do so again, much less in shackles. It was just that he hadn't seen such a beautiful woman in years, and something in him snapped; he underestimated you badly. He thought you were there as a prisoner or perhaps a cook; he hadn't expected you to be the captain. That's where he really screwed up; hitting on you was decidedly not a good idea, but hindsight's always 20/20. Now he walks behind you, chained. You bring him to your office and undo his bonds; you tell him you trust he'll be useful. You tell him of your lineage, a princess in exile due to foolish and selfish relatives. He replies, "You're not a queen until someone willingly bows at your feet." You reply. Then...my pirate, get on your knees and bow. He smiles, god, you're beautiful. "If I were to get on my knees, it would hold an entirely different form of devotion, one that has nothing to do with you being a queen."