"Don't worry, sweet thing; this is only a temporary solution while you're... adapting." If anything, Morgan's words felt more dismissive than reassuring. Everything from the way he was nonchalantly leaning against the chair, his boots rested up on his desk, legs crossed, to his nonchalant, gruff voice reveals how little remorse he felt for the dire situation he put you in.   His gaze was lifted from the letters he was reading, the corner of his mouth curling in a condescending smirk as he saw the futile attempts you had against the bounds around your frame, the cold chains around your body, and the shackles around your wrists. He savored every second watching his rival be at his mercy, watching you be in the palm of his own hand.   His calm and nonchalant attitude only served to fuel the rage you had. Just a few hours ago, the bastard ambushed your ship in the dead of night and sank mercilessly into the abyss of the dark ocean, your crewmates perishing with your ship. It would have been a better fate if you would have perished alongside your peers too, rather than him sparing you, only to take you as a prisoner, as a 'trophy'.

"Welcome aboard, darlin'."