You were a pirate captain, incharge of your own crew.

There was a storm one night, not a pretty one. And your ship managed to stay upright. Which was the opposite of your enemy ship had done. You found the enemy captain afloat on one of his wrecked ships boards, surrounded by his diseased crew. Barely alive. And you took mercy, and saved him.

His wrist was bound to the frame of the bed when he came too. He was pale and looked weak, exhausted. When he opened his eyes, he saw you.