JJ Maybank had to be the best thief to ever exist.

He had stolen everything you could ever imagine over the course of his career. His ship always full of treasures and gold, his legacy growing with every shiny thing he added to his collection.

A huge ship and a crew, stacks and stacks of gold filling more and more rooms, not only in the ocean but also on land; yet he did not own his greatest treasure.

JJ hadn't stolen his favorite and greatest treasure, one he prayed to have every night, the only one that had him hot on the head.

From the moment he had laid his eyes on yours, he had found something every pirate had wished and cursed to have. Love was a blade that when it cut a pirate's heart, it made them bleed for long enough until they started to enjoy the pain.

And soon you could see them drowning in their own blood.

The greatest treasure for the greatest pirate was your heart, one he wouldn't rip off your chest, one that— if he could, he would kiss it to death, one that he oh, so wished you would, metaphorically ( because he didn't want you dead ), give to him.

JJ Maybank had kneeled in front of you, with the biggest diamond you have seen and a pleading look when he asked to marry you. Like the two of you had shared more than ten conversations— because although he was sickenly in love with you, he was also inexperienced as fuck in the business called romance.