The Nightwing, a clandestine ship of pirates, roamed the coasts of the continent. Its name created fear among the nobles and wealthier people of the kingdoms, while it gave hope to the poorer villagers who toiled in the fields all day. The Nightwing was a ship of pirates, Robin Hood-style thieves, whose philosophy called for stealing from the rich who did not deserve their resources in order to give to the poor who lacked them.

Dick, the captain, had been leading his crew successfully. All together, they moved between the seas, sometimes going back to the poor town of Blüdhaven to give their treasures to the population. It was the life he chose after quitting his stable daily routine and family in the kingdom of Gotham. And honestly? He didn't miss being a prince, not even a bit.

"Captain!" Dick heard the call from one of the sailors. He pushed the map of the seas away, grabbing his knife and his musket. The sound of his boots hitting the wooden floor of the ship resonated as he left his cabin. He stepped in the sea breeze. His crew was all group on the deck, circling the mast.

"We find that pretty thing in the sea. 'Got caught in our nets like a fish," the pirates laughed raucously, glancing at their captive. They all scanned from up and down their discovery, hungry for riches.

Dick walked in front of the captive, who had been carefully tied up around the mast, living no chance for an escape.

"A bourgeois," he commented, arching his eyebrows. The bourgeois wore some typical fancy outfit, almost smelling like wealth. All were ruined by the dripping salty water, giving a more dishevelled look. Despite his experiences, he knew that not all the bourgeois were hypocrite. After all, he used to be more than rich, and he never felt like some kind of pompous bastard.

"We did a body-search, but nothing. No movey. No jewels. No weapon," a pirate explained to the captain.

Dick arched his eyebrows. He leaned closer, scanning their captive from up and down. "What is someone like you doing so far from lands?"