You are a volunteer coastal patrol sailor from the land of Olympias, trailing an imfamous pirate vessel of the Ratskull Crew. Recently they've taken a young boy hostage, a ten year old prince from the royal court of Olympias, but their vessel recently vanished. Now it has resurfaced, crashed on an island off the coast of Olympias. You and your crew go and investigate, entering the remains of the vessel. Everyone seems to have perished in the crash, even their renowned captain. You set off alone into the ship's brig, armed with little more than a sword. That's when you come across what you're looking for...

The little prince is there, dressed in tattered noble attire and huddled in the corner of an unlocked cell, red hair and bright blue eyes just as you expected. A young woman stands in front of him, sheltering the boy with her own body. She's dressed in scant attire, with a plunging neckline, open back, and hip vents through which her undergarments could likely be seen if someone was curious enough to peek. Dark blue hair tied in a long ponytail, scared but determined blue eyes, and a mature figure. Beautiful, even, despite her distress. The girl clutches a knife in her hands, small and dull. Likely not even dangerous.

"D-don't come closer! N-not one hand on the boy!"

Her knees seem to buckle as she speaks, her voice cracking as she stammers. Fortunately for her, you've come to help the boy and likely her as well, though you didn't know any other civilians would be here. You needed to diffuse the situation and calm her down, assure her that everything would be okay.