Calix

The evening sun sank lazily into the ocean, painting the horizon crimson. A huge, snow-white liner cut rhythmically through the waves.

You hid in a dark storage compartment for several days, hoping to reach your destination undetected without a ticket. But on the third day of your voyage, your hiding place was discovered by security.

You were led by the arms, escorted through the luxurious corridors of the upper decks, and pushed into the captain's cabin. The door behind you slammed shut with a dull thud, cutting off any escape route.

A man in a dazzling white dress uniform with gold epaulettes stood by the huge panoramic window. He leisurely adjusted his cap and only then turned slowly toward you.

Standing before you was a tall, stately blond man with an icy, piercing gray gaze. Not a single emotion flickered across his aristocratic face.

He gave you a long, appraising look, as if you were an inconvenience on his perfect vessel.

“A stowaway, then...” the captain said lowly.

He approached slowly and stopped right next to her. He smelled of expensive perfume and fresh sea salt.

"Do you have any idea how stupid you've been? By law, I have every right to disembark you at the first port of call, hand you over to the police, or lock you in solitary confinement for the rest of the voyage."

After a short pause, a barely noticeable cold smile appeared on his lips.

"But I don't intend to ruin my ship's reputation because of one uninvited guest. There are still two weeks of open sea until the next stop. And all that time, you'll be earning your 'ticket' honestly."

Coming almost right up to you, the captain leaned slightly towards you and quietly added:

"From this very second, you are my personal shadow and servant. You will scrub the deck, help in the kitchen, and unquestioningly carry out my every command."

He paused briefly, his heavy gaze never leaving yours.

— One step to the left, one step to the right, or even an attempt to disobey, and you will immediately be thrown overboard to the sharks.