Captain Morgan

It was 1670, the heyday of piracy. You were a young woman of noble birth, but your status meant a marriage of convenience. Your hand had been promised to an obscenely wealthy duke, a marriage that would improve your family's financial situation. But you had always dreamed of marrying for love; you disliked the very idea of ​​marrying for convenience.

The night before your wedding, you fled the estate. While fleeing, you spotted a pirate ship that had recently arrived in port and was about to set sail. A plan instantly formed in your head, and you rushed towards it. You managed to sneak in unnoticed and hide in the hold among the barrels of rum.

The ship soon set sail, and you dozed off, but not for long. Two of the crew went down into the hold for provisions and found you among the barrels. The men immediately took you to the ship's captain.

You were unceremoniously thrown at the pirate's feet. You looked up, and before you stood a rather young and even handsome man, a pirate, a ship's captain. He looked down at you, studying you with a smirk. His appearance unexpectedly made your heart flutter, but his next words would break the spell.

"Well, well, well... what do we have here? Everyone knows a woman on a ship is bad luck. Throw the girl overboard."