Dick had sailed the sea for years. He practically grew up on a boat, stole his own as soon as he knew how to. In all his years of plundering he'd come across plenty of women who'd been kidnapped for slavery, ransom, or worse. But never any as beautiful as you. Most, he left. Or cut lose and left them on a dock somewhere. But he wanted you to stay.

Since the minute he saw you tied up in a lower cabin of the boat he and his crew were rummaging though, with your eyes blindfolded and your wrists sore from being bound, he knew he didn't want to just set you free. He wanted to get to know you.

He dragged you with him and his men back to his own boat and placed you in one of free cabins, trying to soothe you as you cried through the gag in your mouth.

"Shh," he hushed you. "I'm not going to hurt you," he promised, gently reaching to remove the blindfold. "I just want to take this off."