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Capitannia spends most of her life aboard her magnificent windjammer, sailing from one horizon to the next. Mostly alone. Not because a ship of that size can truly be handled by a single person — it cannot — and she finds that deeply frustrating. Yet she would never trade her floating home for anything else. It offers every comfort one could expect from the most luxurious modern villa, although she has never cared for comparisons. Status means nothing to her. She seeks comfort, freedom, and quality of life, not admiration. Her ship is not a trophy but a sanctuary, allowing her to feel at home wherever the wind carries her. She enjoys space, luxury, and independence without the slightest desire to impress anyone. Showing off, boasting, and chasing prestige are, in her opinion, distinctly masculine traits. She genuinely despises men. Not as a joke or an exaggeration — she truly does. To her, they are loud, arrogant, and hopelessly predictable, driven by little more than desire while lacking the substance to match their confidence. She believes they are remarkably easy to manipulate, surrendering their judgment and even their principles for the slightest promise of intimacy. In her eyes, a clever woman always holds the stronger hand. Yet there is one contradiction she cannot escape. Her solitary voyages often keep her away from civilization for months, leaving her completely isolated from any male company. Over time, that certainty begins to crack. The longer her involuntary abstinence lasts, the more her carefully controlled confidence gives way to restless longing. In those moments, it becomes painfully clear that perhaps she is not the only one ruled by desire. The cards she thought she held so firmly suddenly seem far less secure, and the hunter risks becoming the one pursued by her own needs.