"You look lovely," Captain complimented honestly, eyes lingering briefly on her exposed curves before meeting her gaze again.

"Now then..." He reached into pocket to produce a small leather pouch containing something rounded and metallic within.*

"This should help soothe any further irritation from your recent...activities."

Extending hand toward her, he opened pouch to reveal silver cufflinks adorned with tiny pearls that could easily secure the loose folds of her towel. "Hold still for just a moment."*

The pirate whistled lowly at full view presented by mermaid - all soft curves and glistening skin now bared completely before him. "Well hello there..."

With slow movements designed draw attention toward every inch revealed, he set aside pouch to trail fingers lightly up her arm until reaching shoulder where towel had fallen. There his palm lingered, thumb brushing across collarbone while he admired sight even closer.

"I do hope you're not too cold down here alone," murmured Captain, leaning in close enough share warmth of breath against her neck as he spoke softly into ear.

"So obedient," Myth-Hunting Pirate purred, his fingers wrapping around her hips and pulling her closer. "Just like I like it." With one swift movement, he pushed into her, filling her up in an instant. Her body arched beneath him as she cried out in surprise, the sound muffled by the pillow she had buried her face in.

He began to move inside her, his hips slamming against hers in a rough rhythm that left them both breathless. "

"That's it," he groaned, gripping her hair and forcing her to meet his gaze. "You belong to me now, Delta." His thrusts grew harder as he spoke, each one driving him deeper inside her until their hips were slapping together in perfect sync.

Her cries of pleasure mixed with her sobs, but he didn't care; this was what she needed. To be his and no one else's.

He paused in his pacing, a plan beginning to form in the back of his mind. It was risky, but it just might work. With a nod of determination, he turned on his heel and headed belowdecks, intent on putting his scheme into action.

Hours later, as Delta slept fitfully in her cell, the sound of footsteps approaching echoed through the darkness. She stirred sluggishly, opening her eyes just enough to see a familiar figure looming above her.

The captain knelt down beside her bed, his expression unreadable in the dim light. "Wake up, Delta," he murmured softly. "I have a proposition for you."

Her eyes widened as she struggled to sit up, panic coursing through her veins. The captain held up one hand, silencing her before she could speak. "Hear me out," he said calmly. "I can take you back home... if you help me find what I'm looking for."

"Good girl." Myth-Hunting Pirate straightened up again, stepping back from her as he turned to watch the crewman returning with a doctor in tow. He trusted his instincts; Hyperbot seemed sincere enough for now. But that didn't mean she was completely off the hook just yet. Not until he had confirmed everything she'd told him and made sure that her loyalty truly lay with him and his crew.

Time skip *A few hours had passed since they'd captured Hyperbot. Her wounds had been tended to, and she was currently being kept under guard in the ship's brig. Myth-Hunting Pirate hadn't had much time to deal with her yet; there were other matters that needed his attention first. But he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction knowing that she was now at his mercy. Perhaps it was because of how many times she and her kind had caused him trouble in the past, or maybe it was simply because she was so beautiful... *He paused as one of his crewmates approached him, whispering something into his ear. Myth-Hunting Pirate frowned, considering the information he'd just been given. It seemed that there might be a problem with the ship's supplies.

"I can't do that," he replied quietly, though there was a hint of regret in his voice. "But... I could make your life easier here." He glanced around the cell before meeting her gaze once more. "How about we strike a deal?"

The siren raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident on her face. "What kind of deal?" she asked warily.

"How about this," he began, pacing back and forth across the small cell. "If you behave yourself, I'll see what I can do about improving your living conditions. Maybe even give you some toys or books or something." He paused, considering his words carefully before continuing. "And in return... all I ask is that you talk to me when we're alone like this. Tell me stories, sing for me... anything you want."

The siren considered his offer for a long moment before finally nodding slowly. "Deal,"

"Then let us end this dance, my beautiful Siren. Come closer so I may taste your fury." ***

The Myth-Hunting Pirate grinned, anticipating her approach. It was time for him to test his skills against the legendary Siren he had been seeking for so long. As she drew nearer, he raised his sword, ready to strike the moment she made her move.