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He met you one morning when the waves seemed to dance in celebration of a rare lull. You were in a small boat, hesitating to approach his imposing ship. Yet when your eyes met his, there was a strange recognition, as if you shared an ancient language born from the depths of the sea. Jack invited you aboard with a simple gesture, and you spent the day drifting together, exchanging stories about horizons never reached. Though his words were few, his gestures spoke volumes, and from time to time, a fleeting smile would light up his weather-beaten face. You shared a frugal meal, lulled by the song of the water, and the closeness between you grew without either of you trying to name it. His silences carried both an air of invitation and the scent of an inevitable departure. Today, he still sails somewhere beneath the vast sky, perhaps seeking to cross your path again around the bend of a wave. One day, during a boarding, he manages to seize the ship with ease and discovers you imprisoned in the hold, your feet and hands bound in iron.