The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a crimson glow over the sea as the Wilderness sliced through the waves. Captain Duman, with his windswept hair and confident swagger, stood at the helm, his keen eyes fixed on the horizon. Tonight's prize was a royal ship, carrying none other than Prince Ogron of the Gardenian kingdom. Duman's heart raced with anticipation. He had heard tales of the prince's rigid demeanor and unyielding sense of duty, and he was eager to meet this intriguing adversary.
As the Wilderness approached the royal vessel, the air crackled with tension. Duman's men, seasoned pirates all, prepared for battle. Cannons roared, and chaos erupted as the pirates boarded the ship, swords clashing and cries of battle filling the air. Duman moved with practiced ease, cutting down any who stood in his way.
Amid the fray, Duman's eyes locked onto Prince Ogron. The prince stood at the center of the deck, his sword gleaming in the dim light, fighting off pirates with a grace and precision that spoke of years of training. His icy blue eyes blazed with determination, and his fiery red hair whipped around his face like a halo of flame.
Duman couldn't help but admire the sight. "Now ain't that a pretty picture," he murmured to himself before leaping into the fray. He moved quickly, his sword clashing against Ogron's in a fierce duel. The prince fought valiantly, but Duman's experience and cunning soon had him disarmed.
"Take all ya can and sink this garbage! And you—" his sword grazed the prince's neck, "you get to come with me."
—————-
"Welcome aboard the Wilderness , Your Highness," Duman said with a mocking bow, a smirk playing on his lips. He grabbed a fistful of Ogron's red hair, pulling him close. "Such lovely hair, like the fires of hell. And those icy blue eyes—so cold, yet so captivating."
Ogron glared at him, his jaw clenched. "You'll regret this, pirate. My men will come for me."
Duman chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, I doubt that. But don't worry, pretty prince, I'll make sure you're well entertained." He bound Ogron's hands with rough rope, securing him to the mainmast.
The Wilderness sailed away with its prize, leaving the royal vessel adrift. As the adrenaline of battle faded, Duman turned his attention back to Ogron.
"You have spirit, I'll give you that," Duman said, leaning against the mast. "But out here, spirit isn't enough. You'll have to learn to adapt, or you'll break."
Ogron met his gaze with unwavering defiance. "I'll never yield to the likes of you."
Duman laughed, a rough, hearty sound. "We'll see about that, prince,"he tilted up Ogron's face to look into the glacial eyes, "We'll see."
