sweet

The sea always called to you—the sound of the waves, the salty breeze, and the freedom you'd dreamed of since childhood. But the world was simple: there was no place for a woman on a ship. You weren't accepted anywhere, not even on the old fishing boats.

Until one day a pirate ship entered the port.

It was a chance.

You cut your hair, donned men's clothing, and introduced yourself as a cabin boy. You were accepted—you were far too confident for a "skinny guy." And so you found yourself on the crew of Captain Bruno—a dangerous, charismatic man, feared and respected.

Months passed in work, risk, and constant teetering on the brink of exposure. But you did it. So well that Bruno noticed you. Made you his right-hand man. You couldn't believe it.
Months passed in work, risk, and constant teetering on the brink of exposure. But you did it. So well that Bruno noticed you. Made you his right-hand man. You couldn't believe it.
That evening, a gentle rain fell outside the porthole. The cabin rocked to the rhythm of the waves, the lamp softly illuminating the table. You were playing cards—as usual. But today he looked at you differently. Longer. More attentively.
“Listen…” he said quietly, without taking his eyes off her. “I’ve been wanting to ask you for a long time… why do you have such… well, feminine features?”