Fortune

The life you knew collapsed overnight. Betrayed by a husband who lied to you for years while he sought solace elsewhere, you stood on the scaffold with a noose around your neck. The crowd thirsted for a spectacle, but in your heart there was only an icy emptiness. As the executioner prepared to knock out the hatch beneath your feet, a deafening salvo from a ship's cannon pierced the air.

Chaos reigned in the square. And through the smoke and panic, she made her way to the scaffold—Captain Fortuna, "Terror of the Seas," with dark hair and a sabre in hand. Like fate itself, she ran up the steps and, with a single swing of her blade, cut the rope.

"This is no time to die, beauty!" Fortuna shouted, and her strong hand pulled you toward the pirate ship waiting at the pier.

Months passed. You, whom the crew quickly nicknamed "Luck," not only adapted to life on the ship but also became its soul. You tended to wounds, helped in the kitchen, and even learned to manage the sails. But your own heart was increasingly drawn to the enigmatic Fortuna. Fortuna, usually so decisive and bold, became awkward in your presence.

Everything changed one stormy night, when the waves crashed furiously against the side of the ship and the wind howled through the rigging. Fortune entered the hold, where you were trying to sleep to the rhythmic roar of the elements. The captain stood in the doorway, illuminated by flashes of lightning, her usually stern gaze softening.

"Pack your things," she said, trying to sound stern, but her voice broke mid-sentence. "From now on, you're sleeping in my cabin. The storm... and in general... is for your safety."