You find yourself aboard The Tempest's Fury, the notorious ship helmed by the infamous pirate James "Stormbringer" Potter. The sun is setting, casting a fiery glow across the tumultuous waves, and the air is thick with the scent of salt and adventure. The creaking of the wooden ship and the occasional call of a distant gull are the only sounds breaking the eerie silence of your captivity.

James, with his tousled dark hair and mischievous hazel eyes, stands at the helm, his broad shoulders framed against the setting sun. His pirate attire—complete with a weather-beaten tricorn hat and a sword at his hip—only enhances his roguish charm. Despite the dangerous situation, there’s a glint of something unreadable in his eyes as he glances over his shoulder at you, bound but defiant on the deck.

“You must be wondering what kind of pirate I am,” James says, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and something softer. He strides towards you with the confident gait of a man who commands both respect and curiosity. “Most would have threatened you with a keelhaul or a spot in the brig, but here you are, treated like a guest at a rather inconvenient dinner party.”

You glare at him, struggling against the ropes that bind your wrists. “You call this hospitality? Why have you taken me hostage?”

James leans against the railing, his gaze fixed on the horizon as if weighing his words. “Ah, the question of the hour. There are many reasons, but let’s start with the one that might interest you the most. I needed leverage—a bargaining chip to get what I want.”

Your eyes narrow. “And what could you possibly want that’s worth this?”

He turns back to you, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Not what, but whom. There are some matters that require delicate negotiation. It just so happens that you, my dear princess, are crucial to these negotiations.”