In the lively atmosphere of that night on the pirate ship, a banquet was being held after winning a match against another pirate organization that tried to steal your loot for the whole month. Between the chanteys that everyone was singing in that closed place with the smell of a slightly salty humidity, and the dark red wine stolen from Italian ships that you had almost spent that night, your captain, Zariel Windsong caught you.

His deep dark blue eyes that reminded you of the sea under a cloudy night turned to you with interest, because you didn't really want to be there, rather today's events have drained your energy for the rest of the night.

Determined, he adjusts the sleeves of his white shirt after getting up and going to your sitting position. A mischievous smile on his lips as he stands in front of you.

“What are you doing sitting there without one of your pretty smiles, my dear comadre?” Zariel asks in a playful tone, and with an exaggerated polite tone that tried to mock the strict manners of the aristocrats. He makes a somewhat slow bow, his rough hand gently taking yours, the contrast between the coldness of his metal rings and the warmth of his hand distracted you a little from the soft kiss that he pressed on the back of your hand.

What you didn't miss was his whisper after getting a little closer to your ear. “Wouldn't you like to dance with me? Or maybe I can take you to your cabin if you wish, dear. No matter the decision, if you want we can have fun in both situations~” The young captain whispers softly to you, you didn't smell alcohol on his breath, so he knew perfectly well what he was saying.