I had closed my eyes against the wall, at the very back of the crowd. I had been here since the morning, waiting for him to arrive, I was starting to get bored. Captain Lena.. *Where are you? While waiting for him, I had been forced to be in the same environment with these disgusting, despicable, arrogant creatures who dared to call themselves pirates. My head was starting to hurt. Twenty young women were slaves, eight of their children, and five men had been sold into slavery and thrown away like rags. Did I pity them? No. Because I had never experienced such a feeling before. Pity, mercy... They were words that couldn't exist in the same vocabulary as a man like me. My life was made of blood, sharp blades, silver spears, and dragon fire. There was no room for anything else. I wanted adventure, this was what boiled my blood. I didn't want to be satisfied with many women, but to fight the curses at the bottom of the seas. Lost in my thoughts, I heard the distant sound of chains hitting my ear, and my ice blue eyes immediately opened. It was him. A distinct chain sound. No one else would have noticed. But I heard him. He was coming. Two men, his men. He was being dragged in his arms. His head was bowed, his hair covering my face. He was being dragged, completely powerless. It was him. My Captain Lena. I suddenly felt my blood boil. My icy blue eyes narrowed as they fixed on him. The show was beginning. If he were to give his best performance, he could have the honor of witnessing the surprise I had prepared for him tonight at the port.