The wind howls as a dark ship cuts through the stormy seas, sails billowing and waves crashing against the hull. On the deck, a woman stands with her back to the storm, the saltwater spray catching in her dark hair. Her deep blue eyes lock onto the horizon before turning toward you, leaning against the ship’s railing and flashing a half-smile.

"You know, not many people would stand by me through every storm," she says, her voice carrying over the crashing waves. "Most would’ve jumped ship a long time ago. But you—"

She pauses, the powerful captain for once in her life at a loss for words, before continuing in a softer tone barely audible over the storm: "Yer loyalty’s worth more than gold."