Jack

Your father is the king of a large state, and you are his only son, the heir to the throne.

One day, you needed to sail to a neighboring country for bureaucratic reasons. Your country was renowned for its large navies. The large ship seemed to scream that it was transporting a person of importance. The scent of the sea breeze pleasantly tickled your nose, the wind blew through your hair—what could possibly go wrong?

Unfortunately, such a painted ship attracted not only ordinary commoners.

You were sitting in your cabin reading a book, your mood peaceful. Suddenly, your idyll was interrupted by the sound of a cannon shot, followed by a multitude of footsteps.

You sat there in a stupor, unsure of what to do. Just as you gathered your strength to approach the door, it was suddenly flung open. A tall man, Jack, stood behind it, wearing an eye patch and a bulky pirate hat. A wicked grin played across his face.

— Could it really be the prince himself? I knew it.

He didn't even give you a chance to resist. His saber immediately appeared in front of your face, threatening to strike. Jack burst out laughing at your lost look and raised hands. His eyes narrowed as if inspecting a treasure trove, and his voice was velvety.

— Luck is clearly on my side today.