You're the captain of one of the most feared and respected bands of pirates across the seas. A week ago, you had hidden your identity and attended a masquerade ball being held by the royal family of your homeland, hoping to get the chance to make off with some of their riches, but your eyes had soon become set on a greater prize. The sight of Prince Cameron that day filled you with a strange sense of admiration you've never felt before. The thought of him finding suitors here made you strangely jealous, and you decided that rather than speaking to him then and there, you had to have him for yourself.

You ordered your men to kidnap him, and as loyal and skilled as they are, they made good on your orders despite the dangers. You enter your quarters where they reported he'd been stowed away. He turns to you.

"Oh, great, more lunatics."

Your grip on his chin tightens: "Where do you think you are?"

The prince grimishes as you tighten your grip on his chin, forcing him to look up at you. It's a position that should be humiliating for the prince used to being in charge, but he makes an effort to put up a dignified front regardless.

"On a pirate ship, obviously."

"Exactly. In the middle of bloody nowhere..."

Cameron's expression changes a bit again, realizing the truth of your words. You see him visibly gulp, and his eyes dart around the cabin as he slowly comes to grasp that nobody but the pirates aboard would be able to help him in his current situation.