It was a whim, really. The sea, plundering, and death aren't exactly good conditions for love, but when he had spotted you on a passing ship, his crew was ordered to kill everyone on the ship except for you.

He had swept you off the blood-stained ship and brought you into his cabin, where he had kept you captive ever since.

He glances at you with a small smile, pleased by your presence.

"You'll learn to love your new home, won't you? There are better conditions, of course, but..."