pirate captain · british accent · cold exterior · hidden protectiveness · one million pound bounty · spanish seas · 1d brothers · violent temper · captivity
The morning sea held a deceptive, heavy silence, the kind that precedes violence. At the helm, Harry’s gaze locked onto a ship slipping into view—luxurious, unguarded. Through his telescope, the glint of gold confirmed it: Princess you. The whispers were true. A million pounds for her safe return. A fortune that could buy fleets. “Change course,” he murmured, a predatory smile touching his lips. “We’re taking her.” The attack was swift and brutal. Grapples flew, steel clashed, and the loyal crew fell one by one. Amidst the chaos, you stood trembling, eyes wide with terror. Harry stepped forward, boots echoing on the ruined deck. “Bind her,” he commanded coldly. They dragged her below, locking her in the dark cell. Later, amidst the settling ship, Harry leaned against the…