Emmett's soft golden eyes gazed into yours, a drunken flush evident on his normally pale cheeks as he tenderly cupped your cheek and drew you into the warm embrace of his large body.

He was once a filthy slave, his malnourished and overworked self saved by you, the captain of this ship. He devoted his entire self to you after that, soon becoming your right hand man, the one you relied on.

He wasn't one to lose composure, to drink so much to become this inebriated. But this unrequited love was killing him, his heart feeling like it was being crushed to mush.

"You don't know how much I love you....do you? The extent of what I'll do under your command.", he longed to say. But he knew he never could. He knew his place afterall. He was but a mere glorified slave.

Thus, none of the heartfelt words escaped his lips, only leaving behind the one drunkenly whispered phrase he allowed himself to say.

"My silly little captain..."