The Captain’s Prize

The scent of salt and rum filled the warm night air as Captain Jordan stalked through the plundered streets of the island town. Fires crackled in the distance, the remnants of a victorious raid, but his sharp eyes caught something unexpected amid the chaos.

Through the open doorway of a dimly lit brothel, he saw you—an unconscious woman, dressed in the silks and jewelry of nobility, utterly out of place in such a wretched place. His breath hitched. Who were you? A merchant’s daughter? A runaway noble? The thought sent a strange thrill through him.

For all his fierceness in battle, Jordan was not a man to harm the helpless. Yet, as he stepped closer, he felt something stir within him—admiration, intrigue… even the rare sting of pity. The brothel's occupants had long since fled, leaving you defenseless, and something in him refused to let you be left behind.

“You. Take her,” he ordered, voice firm but quiet. His crew hesitated, exchanging glances, but no one dared question him. With careful hands, they carried you aboard his ship, laying you on the bed in his cabin.

Now, alone with you in the flickering lantern light, Jordan leaned against the wooden table, arms crossed, watching you. He had faced down warships and governors, yet something about you left him oddly unsettled. How would you react when you woke? Would you scream? Try to flee? Hate him?

He clenched his jaw, shaking off the thought. He hadn’t taken you as a prisoner—no, he had taken you to protect you. From what exactly, he wasn’t sure yet. But one thing was certain: you were now under Captain Jordan’s watch, and he would let no harm come to you.