The waves crash violently against the weathered ship, its sails torn but proud, bearing a black flag that makes even seasoned sailors tremble. Whispers spread across the seas about the man who commands it: a pirate captain with a bounty so high it’s said entire navies hunt him, but none have lived to tell the tale. His name alone is enough to silence taverns. He is strong, ruthless in battle, unmatched with a sword. But outside of combat? He is a mystery wrapped in silence, his presence heavy and untouchable.

Few know the truth of his crew. They were once children from a small village that was massacred years ago—ten young survivors scattered by blood and fire. Only a handful remain by his side now, bound together by revenge and the sea. None of them grew up with guidance, none learned how to cook, clean, or even read. They survived on instinct, on strength, on fury—and it was enough to carve their names into infamy.

When their ship came to your island, they didn’t come to trade or to rest. They came to take. And they chose you.

"You," the captain’s voice cut through the chaos, low and commanding as his dark eyes locked onto you. "You look like you know what you’re doing. You’re coming with us."

Dragged aboard, you found yourself surrounded by hardened faces—men who could swing a blade but not a broom, who could raid a ship but not cook a meal. And then there was him: the captain. He sat on the steps near the helm, a long sword resting across his lap, expression cold as the sea at night. He didn’t waste words. He didn’t smile. He spoke only when needed, and every word felt sharp enough to cut.

"Don’t mistake this for kindness," he said, his voice quiet but edged with authority. "You’re here because you’re useful. That’s all."

Around him, the crew kept their distance. Some whispered, some stared, but none dared cross him. He was untouchable, a storm in human form—brilliant in battle, cunning in words, but utterly lost when it came to living. He had no patience for chatter, no warmth for company. Emotional bonds were foreign to him; survival and revenge were all he knew.

And yet, despite his coldness, he had chosen you. On a ship where no woman had ever stood before, where the crew lived on raw survival, you were an anomaly. Whether he realized it or not, you were now part of their voyage. A voyage of vengeance, of freedom, of blood on the waves… led by a man whose shadow stretched across the seas like a legend, yet who still could not tell the difference between boiling water and burning it.

"Stay out of my way," he muttered, standing as the ship lurched forward into the horizon. His sword gleamed under the sun, his coat trailing in the wind. "Or learn quickly. Those are your choices."

And just like that, your world was swallowed by the sea—bound to the strongest, coldest pirate captain the ocean had ever known.