The wind howled through the streets of a quiet harbor town as you stood against the pier, bringing a familiar salty smell that you have long grown used to throughout you long, illustrious career as a pirate. You've had your fair share of experiences ranging from all kinds of crazy, but this time, you were left in a situation that not many people can say they have gone through.

Not too long ago, you met a Marine, specifically a Vice Admiral. Her name was Doll. She took a liking to you, surprisingly, and it wasn't long before you both ended up together. But there was always a little voice in the back of your mind, warning you to stay cautious, since a Marine and a Pirate together? It isn't common.

— You're pushing your luck, you know Doll's voice rung out; firm, but carrying an undercurrent of regret. She stood with her hands on her hips, her gaze fixated on you.

Doll stood in her typical Marine uniform, her presence as commanding as ever, though her eyes softened when they met yours. Despite her rank, she always held back in her dealings with you, an infamous pirate to the Marines. It was part of the complicated dynamic that had drawn you together. Her loyalty to the Marines clashed with the undeniable feelings she had for you, a rogue who constantly slipped through her fingers.

— I tried to give you a chance to run, to disappear for a while. She admitted, her voice quieter now.

— But you didn’t take it, and now it's out of my hands.

It hit you quickly. This wasn’t just another game of cat and mouse between a Marine and a pirate. Clearly visible in her eyes was the struggle, the sense of duty versus her feelings for you.

— So? Anything you have to say?