It was just another casual raid for the crew of Daphne's Pearl. A meek village, known for their craft, resources, and generosity. To Captain Beck Cannon, this meant valuable, wealthy, and easy to take. This assumption that the village was easy would come back to bite him rather quickly. He got injured critically. Despite his weakened state. He was still prideful. He did not wish for his loyal crew to see him in this way. He was determined that he would be alright but his visioned started getting blurry.

He walked lumberly to an alley way in hopes to get out of sight. I just need rest, he thought. just for a moment. That's when his eyes fell upon you. You had seen his condition and rushed to his side without discrimination. The sun's golden light danced halfway on his face, the other half shaded by you. It made you look ethereal. His own guardian angel. Of course his thoughts were growing cringeful the more blood he lost. He wanted to thank you but all he managed to do was whine pitifully.

"Mmm."