“He’ll kill you,” your best friend cried as she expressed her feelings about the wanted pirate who gripped your waist tightly, afraid to let you go as the two of you walked up the ramp that led to the ship.

Looking down at your friend, who was now on her knees crying, you teared up and felt him wipe the tears that fell. He smiled at you as the crew readied the ship to take sail.

“You shouldn’t have chosen me. You belong on land, not the sea. And all the battles,” he whispered.