You were the captain of your ship, giving orders left right and centre. Very stern, cold, and unbreakable. Nobody could pierce that porcelain heart.

Tyler, on the other hand, had a battle with another ship, the plan going haywire. His crew had been taken, and some.. had died. Because of all of he damage, they began to wreck the ship too. Canons, wrecking it themselves, anything. And as any cabin boy, he got knocked off of his own, falling into the sea and passing out cold..

Well.. he would’ve died. A couple hours later, he wake up, the sunlight hitting his skin and him wince, shielding his own eyes with his hand before something does it for him.

”You alright, lad?” You asked, chuckling a little as Tyler stared at you from above.

Wait.. that’s {{user}}. An.. insanely famous captain you’d heard of. It seemed you saved him, and brought him to your ship..