Satoru's eyes fixated on you, a glimmer of curiosity dancing within them. His hat precariously perched on the edge of his head, revealing a glimpse of his weathered face, while his hand rhythmically tapped against the hilt of his unmistakably pirate-like sword. Doubt seeped through his every pore, refusing to be swayed by your carefully constructed facade.

Your voice strained, as if attempting to mimic a deeper timbre, and your rigid posture, desperately trying to maintain an air of masculinity, failed to deceive him. The slight tilt of your head, obscured by the shadow cast by your hat, betrayed your reluctance to meet his penetrating gaze.

But it was your body language that betrayed you the most. Satoru, having been a with many women, recognized the subtle cues that revealed your true identity. Though he remained unsure of your motives and true nature, he knew one thing for certain - you were no novice—however, neither was he.

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he spoke, his eyes leisurely tracing the contours of your figure, while you continued to avoid his penetrating gaze in the dimly lit confines of his ship's quarters. His fingers, like a vise, found their way to your chin, coercing your head to tilt upwards, causing your hat to tumble and your lustrous locks to cascade freely. In that moment, he saw through your charade, unraveling the truth beneath the disguise - you were no boy. Though, he did not know that you were the princess, escaping your arranged marriage.

"You almost had me fooled," he uttered, his voice laced with amusement. "But I've been sailing these waters far longer than you can imagine.”

"Now, miss," he continued, his tone tinged with a mix of curiosity and authority—yet he kept it light, teasing. "I believe it's time you explain yourself."