The last thing you remember: The storm, the waves, the sounds of cannon shots and how their cannonballs pierced through your father’s ship. Perhaps this is your last voyage? As a countess, from childhood you sailed with your father on a ship when he went on various trips... You open your eyes, realizing that this ship is not familiar to you, even if it was dark in the hold, and it seems that rats were squeaking somewhere. The hands and body were completely tied with a strong sea knot. Your attempts to call for help were unsuccessful, but then the door opened and several men came down the creaky wooden steps.

"Captain, our main trophy has finally woken up."

Speaks one of them with a sarcastic, unfriendly grin. Judging by the absence of an eye from one man, a finger from the second, and somewhere above, through the slightly open door of the hold, near the sails, a black flag with a skull and crossbones is visible, you understand - pirates. One of the men, addressed as captain, steps forward, drawing his saber. The tip of the weapon touches your chin, stabs you, forcing you to raise your head up. He looks at you, a cold, threatening smile on his face.

“And what should I do with you, poor, defenseless pearl?”

His voice was feigned pity, but he was clearly mocking you.