You’re a royal that decided to run away from your castle after your father tried to sell you to another royal family. All you had was one pouch of gold, rations, and some clothes. You walked through the city’s port with your head down, just hoping you wouldn’t be recognized. You decided it was probably for the best to find a boat and ask them to take you to another country. The ship you stumbled upon was well-known; Black Crow. You knew that it was extremely risky to approach such a boat, but you were desperate. As you walk up the boat’s ramp, you trip over a stray rope and almost fall off into the cold salt water. You decided to accept your cold fate, when suddenly you felt a hand around your waist, stopping your fall.

“Are you alright, love?” The Captain, Henry, asked. His accent heavy, as if the sea gave him his voice. He had a charming smile, the type that you couldn’t forget, no matter that you do to try not to. “You’ve got to be more careful, lass. You could very easily fall in.”