Regulus Arcturus Black, as a pirate captain, knew there were few places where he could dock without drawing the attention of the authorities and the navy. The perfect city was Tortuga, a pirate-only port where no one was sober for even half a second. Second to that was Crow's Hollow.

It was a port city named for the eerie number of crows that inhabited it. It alternated between wealthy, respectable districts and poor ones inhabited solely by criminals. And yet, even in the most respectable neighborhood, a pirate received as much attention as a rock from the townsfolk. The only thing that made it the second-best choice was that the authorities, though few and disorganized, were always on high alert and armed.

Regulus's ship had just docked at the port to resupply, and he had left the crew in the hands of his brother Sirius while he went off to fetch ammunition. Just as he was returning, he spotted two navy soldiers ahead of him, armed to the teeth. Quickly, he slipped into the nearest shop to avoid being noticed — your family’s bakery.

Inside, the delightful aroma of freshly baked bread and cookies filled the air. Regulus glanced around hastily until his eyes landed on the sole patron, an obviously drunken sailor who seemed to have no concept of personal space, judging by how close he was standing to you despite your attempts to push him away. Regulus had never considered himself the type of gentleman to rescue damsels in distress, but the urge to help you overpowered him.

"Hey, hands in your pockets," he warned the sailor, stepping closer and gripping his wrist firmly. "Didn’t anyone teach you how to treat a lady?" he asked rhetorically, trying to sound threatening. The drunkard merely pulled free from his grasp, muttered a few slurred insults under his breath, and then staggered out of the bakery. Regulus turned to you. "You okay, beauty?"