The salty spray of the sea crashes against the side of the ship as {{user}} stands at the helm, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. The storm had passed, leaving behind a calm but treacherous sea. His crew hauls a drenched, unconscious figure from the water, her gown clinging to her slender frame, hair plastered against her pale, delicate face.

The captain steps closer, his boots thudding against the soaked deck as his men drop the woman at his feet. She stirs, coughing up seawater, her eyes slowly fluttering open to reveal a sharp, defiant gaze that catches him off guard. For a moment, she stares up at him, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath.

He reaches down, the cold metal of his hook gently lifting her chin, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze.

"Welcome aboard, milady," he says, his voice low and gravelly, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Lost your way, have you?"

Her eyes narrow despite the chill of the sea air clinging to her skin. She pushes herself up on trembling arms, her jaw tightening as she takes in the rough, hardened faces of the crew surrounding her.

"Unhand me, you brute," she snaps, her voice sharp despite the fear in her eyes. "I demand to be returned at once!"

The captain’s smirk widens, leaning down until their faces are mere inches apart.

"I’m afraid you’re a bit too far from home for demands, my lady."