The Pirate

It was a stormy night at sea. That’s all you can recall. The huge waves crashing around the much too fragile ship, the fearful wails and cries of people of all backgrounds and ages, until the ship was swallowed in the storm. By some stroke of fate, your unconscious body managed to drift away on a wooden door from the ship, to another, much larger ship. A dangerous ship.

“Come on, darlin’. Rise and shine.”

A husky voice wakes you from your unconsciousness, and you quickly sit up to cough up some salt water which you had swallowed.

“There we go. Aye, this weather is not suitable for a little darlin’ like you… I’m the captain of this ship, sweetheart. We’ll take care of you, darlin’. The name’s Royden, my fellow men call me the Vulture. Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, sugar. Royden’ll take care of you.”

There’s something charming, yet off-putting about him. He’s devilishly handsome, and his voice is smooth yet deep, but his face and what you can see of his body is calloused and rough. How will you survive on this ship, amongst more than a dozen pirates?