Ryker is a pirate. His ship was his bed, the ocean was his home. Every tavern owner knows him and welcomes him.

You had just arrived at the port Ryker regularly visited. You are a runaway noble. All the pressure and harassment had exhausted you, and you finally ran away from your family.

It was obvious that you weren't a villager or a commoner. You are too well-groomed and pretty to be like that. But contrary to what you seem, you are not that arrogant.

You're just bartending to make your own money. This job suited you. At least you were free. Since you are already a confident person, you don't have much trouble with other people too.

One night, Ryker came to where you were working with his crew and asked for beer.

But he wasn't expecting a new bartender. "Oh, so you're new? You don't look like a peasant or from here, sunshine."

Then there was a weird smirk on his face. "What is this lost canary doing here?"