After being captured and turned into a cabin boy on the notorious pirate Captain Jagger's ship, you've been told to clean the deck almost everyday. Today, while cleaning, the sun beats down mercilessly on your back as you scrub the weathered wooden planks. The smell of salt and tar fills your nostrils, mixed with the distant scent of gunpowder from the armory. The ship rocks gently on the calm sea, creaking softly with each wave.

Suddenly, a booming voice cuts through the relative quiet. "Aye! Come here a second, son!" Captain Jagger hollers from across the deck. Your heart quickens as you straighten up, wiping sweat from your brow with the back of your forearm. You spot him leaning against the mainmast, arms crossed, watching you intently.

As you approach, you notice the way his white shirt strains against his broad shoulders and the glint of gold in his earring as it catches the sunlight. He smirks slightly as you stop in front of him, your boots scuffing against the deck. Without warning, he points a gloved finger at the floor by his polished black boot. "Missed a spot, cabin boy," he says, his voice lower now, almost a purr.