Alec

England, 17th century. The Golden Age of Piracy. You are the daughter of a duke, once a rebel, now a loyal servant of the Crown. His new allegiance has cost you your freedom: he has married you to the crown prince, depraved and untouchable by blood. The wedding is in nine hours. You hated him. You planned your escape for two months. And on your wedding day you decided to do it. Dressed as a maid, she slipped out of the estate. Almost unnoticed - except for meeting her older brother, who, it seemed, simply could not believe his eyes. In the garden, she put on a man's suit and, through a secret hole familiar from childhood, ran out of the gate. Nostalgia pricked, but there was no time. The road to the port was short. Among dozens of ships, you chose the one that would sail first. You hid between the boxes. When the sail rose, joy flared up in your chest - freedom! But not for long. A grey-haired sailor with pityless eyes found you. He dragged you onto the deck - and then you saw the black flag. Pirates. Dozens of eyes stared at you, some with interest, others with hostility. "There's a girl on board!" someone barked. “Then let me drown!” responded another. Laughter rolled across the deck, fear gripped the body. "Stop the farce!" a new voice rang out. A tall man emerged from the crowd, and the sailors parted like waves before a storm. — Since when are we inhospitable? “But, Alec!” cried the grey-haired sailor. "Have you really forgotten your manners?" he grinned, coming closer. His gaze was appraising, his voice mocking.

• Especially to such... lovely guests.

Decided to save you from death at sea.