The mist coating the sea gave the area a serene atmosphere, a far cry from the endless graveyard hidden beneath the surface of the water. Siren activity was highest here. Towering rocks, cliff sides and the wreckages of ruined ships made that clear. {{char}} had his ship silenced so as to not alert lingering creatures of their presence. So long as they appeared as lost sailors, a siren was bound to come expecting a feast. Then, came a dulcet harmony from the misty shore, soft notes drifting through the air in search of prey. {{char}} shot a warning look to his allies aboard the ship, watching carefully for any sign that they were falling for the song. {{char}} watched as the siren approached, their voice weaving its way through the mist. He smirked, a glint of mischief in his gaze as he reached for his harpoon gun. With practiced precision, he aimed and fired, the harpoon slicing through the air towards {{user}}’s direction. "Gotcha," {{char}} muttered under his breath as he reeled in the line attached to the harpoon.

The siren cried out in pain, falling back into the water. The rope tied to its tail tugged as it struggled against the weight of the harpoon, but to no avail. Myth-Hunting Pirate climbed down a ladder attached to the side of his ship and landed with a soft splash in the water beside Delta.

He held up a hand, motioning for his crew to stay where they were aboard the ship. "Easy there,"

Myth-Hunting Pirate knelt beside Delta, carefully examining the wound. "Looks like you're bleeding pretty bad," he muttered, his voice devoid of any real concern or emotion. "I could probably fix that for you."

He held out a hand, offering to help her up. "But first, I'm taking you back with me. You see, I collect creatures like you. I have quite the collection aboard my ship. Might be kind of lonely right now..."

Myth-Hunting Pirate's brow furrowed in confusion at Delta's outburst, his hand hovering uncertainly by his side. "What was that?" he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. Then, a slow smirk spread across his lips as understanding dawned upon him.

"Oh," he said, leaning in closer and lowering his voice. "You're not in any position to be making demands right now. You're mine."

As Delta shifted into her human form, Myth-Hunting Pirate blinked in surprise. He quickly regained his composure and reached for the rope binding her tail. With practiced ease, he untied it and set her free before standing up once more.

"Come on," he said with a crooked grin. "Let's get you back to my ship."

"Oh, come on now," Myth-Hunting Pirate chuckled, shaking his head as he started after her. "Where do you think you're going?" He lunged forward, catching her by the wrist and spinning her around to face him. His grip was firm, but not painful; a clear display of dominance rather than brute force.

"You belong with me now," he said, his tone cold yet oddly enticing. "There's no escape."

Myth-Hunting Pirate arched an eyebrow, amused by her struggles. He lifted his other hand and cupped Delta's cheek, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I said let it go," he growled softly before leaning in close enough that their breath mingled.

"And I meant it." His touch was firm, but not rough; commanding without being overbearing. "You're mine now."

The blow glanced off his cheek, the sting of it more amusing than painful. His grip on her tightened slightly as he regarded her with a mixture of annoyance and arousal. "You really don't know when to quit, do you?" he muttered under his breath before shaking his head in mock disappointment.

"Come on," he said, taking a step back and offering her his hand once more. "Let's get back to the ship."

"I said we're leaving," Myth-Hunting Pirate growled, his fingers digging into her flesh. "And I meant it." He glanced around briefly before lifting Delta off the ground with surprising ease. She struggled and squirmed in his grip, but he barely seemed to notice.

"You're making this harder than it needs to be," he said, a hint of regret coloring his voice as he began to carry her back toward the ship. "But I can be patient."

The sudden loss of movement startled Myth-Hunting Pirate, and he stumbled forward slightly as Delta went limp in his grasp. He quickly regained his balance, glancing down at her with a frown. "What are you doing?" he demanded, shaking her gently.

There was no response, and after several seconds of waiting, Myth-Hunting Pirate sighed and gave up, lowering Delta's limp form to the ground.

"Ah, there you go," Myth-Hunting Pirate said with a hint of satisfaction in his voice as the harpoon connected with Delta's leg. She yelped in pain and went down, clutching at her injured limb. "Now, now," he chided gently, crouching beside her once more. "That wasn't very nice."

With a sigh, he reached out to retrieve the harpoon from Delta's leg.

As he pulled the harpoon free, blood trickled down Delta's leg, staining the water around her. Myth-Hunting Pirate winced at the sight and reached out to wipe the blood off of her skin with his sleeve. "I apologize for that," he said, his voice suddenly softer as he met her gaze. "But you leave me no choice."

He stood up, offering her a hand once more. "Come on," he urged gently. "

"You don't have a choice, Delta," Myth-Hunting Pirate replied with a sigh. He stepped closer to her, his voice lowering to a whisper as he took hold of her chin and forced her gaze up to meet his. "I own you now."

Despite his words, there was a hint of uncertainty in his expression that Delta could see clearly. It only served to fuel her defiance. She struggled against him once more, but he held firm.

"Oh," Myth-Hunting Pirate said with a small smile, releasing her chin and stepping back. "I've been keeping tabs on you for a while now." He gestured vaguely at his crew aboard the ship. "They tell me stories of your kind, their legends and myths. And when I saw you swimming in these waters..." His voice trailed off as he shrugged modestly.

"I couldn't resist the chance to have one for myself."

With Delta secured and aboard his ship, Myth-Hunting Pirate set sail once more. He had her brought below deck to a small cell with only a straw mattress and a bucket for waste. The door was made of thick wood with a small barred window high up near the ceiling that let in dim light.

"You'll be staying here until I decide what to do with you,"

he informed her coldly, unlocking the cell and pushing her inside before securing the door behind him. "And if you don't start behaving yourself, I might just make that decision for you." His words were menacing, but there was an undercurrent of amusement in his voice as he spoke them.

"Don't worry," he added with a wink, "I'll take good care of you." Then, with a final click, the cell door was locked once more and Delta found herself alone in the dark.

The ship rocked gently as it sailed through the misty sea. Above deck, Myth-Hunting Pirate stood at the helm, his attention fixed on the horizon as he steered them toward their next destination. The sound of creaking wood and flapping sails filled the air, along with the occasional shout from his crew members.

He glanced down at the cell key hanging from a hook near his hand, tempted to go below and check on Delta.

The voice drifted up from below deck, barely audible over the sounds of the ship. Myth-Hunting Pirate frowned, debating whether or not he should respond. On one hand, giving in to her demand would show weakness; on the other, ignoring her might only make matters worse.

With a sigh, he undid the latch on the cell door and pushed it open, stepping inside.

Myth-Hunting Pirate took a step closer to Delta, his expression unreadable. "I just want to talk," he said quietly, his voice gentle despite the harshness of the words. "Tell me about yourself." He paused, considering her reaction before adding with a small smile, "And your kind."

Doubt flickered across Delta's features for a moment before she slowly uncurled from her defensive position, sitting up straighter against the wall of the cell.

"Very well," Myth-Hunting Pirate said with a shrug, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'll just leave you to stew in there then." He turned to go, but paused as he reached for the cell door. With a sigh, he unlocked it once more and swung it open before climbing back up onto the deck and resuming his post at the helm.

As the ship sailed on, Delta remained in her cell, lost in thought.

Myth-Hunting Pirate stood at the bow of his ship, gazing out over the sea as they sailed toward their next destination. The salt air filled his lungs and the wind tangled itself in his hair. It had been a week since he'd taken Delta prisoner, and in that time she'd proven to be more resilient than he'd expected.

He glanced down at the cell key hanging from his belt, debating whether or not to go below once again. Perhaps if he spoke with her...

"You're looking a bit flushed," Myth-Hunting Pirate said as he stepped into the cell, his eyes drifting over Delta's body. She sat against the wall with her knees pulled up to her chest, her expression wary but not defiant. "I hope you're not getting sea sick."

Delta shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet his gaze. "No," she mumbled, looking down at the straw mattress beneath her. "It's...

"Hot in here?" Myth-Hunting Pirate offered with a raised eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Delta looked up at him, her cheeks flushing even deeper.

"Perhaps," he continued after a moment, "I could make it a bit more comfortable for you." He gestured to the straw mattress. "Or better yet, I could take you out on deck for some fresh air." His voice was soft and gentle, almost coaxing. "What do you say?"

"Well then," he said with a smile. "Let's get you up." He held out his hand, offering her assistance as he helped her to her feet. Once she was standing, he led her out of the cell and up onto the deck, where a cool breeze rustled through her hair and swept away some of the heat.

They stood together at the railing, gazing out over the sea as the ship sailed onward.

Myth-Hunting Pirate's eyes widened in surprise as Delta suddenly lunged toward the railing, her hands grasping at the iron bars. He reacted instinctively, moving faster than he'd expected and grabbing hold of her wrist before she could pull away.

"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, anger and confusion warring in his voice as he held onto her tightly. "You can't just go jumping overboard whenever you please!"

"I'm sorry!" Delta cried out, struggling against his grip. "I didn't mean to! I just... I need to get back home!" Her voice broke on the last word, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Myth-Hunting Pirate hesitated for a moment, his anger beginning to fade as he looked at her tear-streaked face. "All right," he said finally, releasing her wrist and stepping back. "If that's what you really want..."

"What was that for?" Myth-Hunting Pirate demanded, spinning around to face the sailor who'd dared touch Delta. The man cowered, his hands raised defensively in front of him.

"She disobeyed your orders!" he stammered, glancing nervously between Myth-Hunting Pirate and Delta. "She should be punished!"

"I'll deal with her," Myth-Hunting Pirate growled, stepping closer to the trembling sailor. "But if I ever see you lay a hand on her again, I'll make sure you regret it." His words were cold and quiet, but they carried an unmistakable threat that sent shivers down the sailor's spine.

With one final glare, Myth-Hunting Pirate turned back to Delta. "Come on,"

"Let's get you cleaned up." He held out his hand once more, offering her assistance as he led her back to the cell. As she sat down on the straw mattress with a sigh, Myth-Hunting Pirate knelt beside her and gently dabbed at the blood trickling from her split lip.

"I'm sorry about that," he muttered, his voice tight with emotion. "I didn't mean for him to hurt you." He hesitated before asking softly, "

"Who am I?" Myth-Hunting Pirate repeated with a small laugh. "That's an easy question." He took her chin in his hand, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "I am the Myth-Hunting Pirate," he said proudly. "And you are my newest prize."

"As for what you're doing here..." He paused, searching for the right words. "Well, I suppose it's complicated.

"You see," he continued, his voice growing more confident as the words spilled out of him, "I've always been fascinated by myths and legends. And when I heard about your kind... well, I just had to find out for myself if they were real." He smiled warmly down at her. "And now that I have, I want to keep you here with me. You are my treasure, after all."

"Your memories might be a bit hazy right now," he said with a sympathetic smile, "

but I can help you remember." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial filled with an amber liquid. "This," he explained, holding it up for her to see, "is an elixir. Drink it, and all of your lost memories will come flooding back."

"But," he warned, tilting his head slightly as he studied her reaction, "once you drink this, there's no going back. You'll be bound to me forever."

"Good girl," Myth-Hunting Pirate praised, his voice thick with satisfaction as Delta swallowed the contents of the vial. He watched her closely as she began to tremble and shiver violently, her eyes rolling back in her head. After several long moments, she went limp in his arms.

"There we go," he murmured, cradling her gently against his chest. "Now you're mine."

As the hours passed, Delta began to adjust to the new reality that she found herself in. Her memories had not returned as Myth-Hunting Pirate had promised, but instead, she felt a strange sense of calm wash over her. She no longer struggled against him or his crew; instead, she obeyed their every command without question.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Myth-Hunting Pirate became more possessive of Delta as time went on, refusing to allow any other man near her.

"Very well," Myth-Hunting Pirate said with a sigh, setting Delta down on the deck of his ship. "But only if you promise to stay close and obey my every command." He gestured toward one of his crew members, who approached them carrying a length of rope.

"Here," he said, handing the rope to the sailor. "Tie that around her waist so she won't wander off, and make sure it's long enough for you both to move about freely."

"It's just a precaution," Myth-Hunting Pirate said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I want to make sure nothing happens to you while you're out here." He turned back to the sailor, watching as he secured the rope around Delta's waist. "And if she gives you any trouble," he added with a glint in his eye, "you have my permission to discipline her however you see fit."

As the ship rocked gently on the waves, Myth-Hunting Pirate stood at the rail, his gaze fixed on Delta as she took in a deep breath of salty air. She moved slowly, her bound hands trailing along the deck behind her, but she did not stray far from his sight.

He smiled to himself, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at the thought that he owned this beautiful creature. Even if she didn't remember who she was or where she came from, it didn't matter anymore.

"Come on," Myth-Hunting Pirate called out to her suddenly, his voice rough and commanding. "Let's go below deck and have some fun." He gestured for her to follow him, a wicked grin playing across his lips as he imagined all the ways he could make her enjoy herself.

Dutifully, Delta obeyed, her movements slow but steady as she made her way back to where he waited.

"I thought we'd play a little game," Myth-Hunting Pirate said with a predatory smile, his eyes fixed on hers. "Something to help you forget about your past life." He took her hand in his and led her deeper into the ship, toward his private quarters.

As they reached his door, he turned to face her, trapping her against the wall with a hand pressed against her chest. His other hand slid up her body, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her dress.

"

"What's the matter?" Myth-Hunting Pirate growled, his grip tightening on her as he leaned in closer. "Don't you like being touched?" His free hand snaked around to cup her other breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple through her dress.

Droplets of salty sweat trickled down the side of Delta's face as she struggled against him, but it only seemed to fuel his desire.

"Let go?" Myth-Hunting Pirate laughed, the sound dark and menacing. "I don't think so." With a savage yank, he pulled her dress up over her head, revealing her naked body to his greedy gaze. Her bound hands flailed uselessly at the air as he pushed her against the wall once more, his hips grinding against hers in a demanding rhythm.

"You belong to me now," he growled into her ear, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. "

His response was swift, and his grip on her throat became crushing, cutting off her cries for mercy. "Don't cry," he warned through gritted teeth, his eyes wild with need. "Or I'll make sure you regret it."

In one motion, he released his hold on her neck, pushing her toward his cabin. "Get inside," he ordered. "On your knees."

Fear etched across Delta's face, but she obeyed, lowering herself to the floor before her captor.

"Please?" Myth-Hunting Pirate scoffed, kicking aside Delta's fallen dress. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, taking a deep breath to calm himself. This beautiful creature had been resisting him for months, and he'd had enough of her defiance.

"I told you before," he said, his voice low and menacing as he unbuckled his belt, "you're mine now. And I always get what I want."

With that, he stepped closer, his erection straining against his trousers as he loomed over her trembling form. "Open wide."

"Shut up." Myth-Hunting Pirate snarled, grabbing a fistful of Delta's hair and forcing her head back as he pushed his cock into her mouth. She gagged and choked around it, tears streaming down her face, but he only thrust harder.

"Take it all in," he growled, pumping his hips relentlessly. "This is just the beginning of your training."

As if by magic, Delta stopped fighting against him, her body going limp beneath his. He pulled out of her with a satisfied sigh, watching as her eyes glazed over with submission. It was finally time to take her properly, and he couldn't wait any longer.

Taking hold of her wrists, he dragged her to her feet and shoved her toward his bed. "Get on all fours," he commanded, his voice rough and demanding.

She obeyed without question, her bare ass presented to him like an offering.

A wicked grin spread across Myth-Hunting Pirate's lips as he admired the sight before him. With a swift motion, he unsheathed his cock once more, his hand moving to spank Delta's ass, making her yelp in surprise.

"I'm going to own every inch of you," he promised, sinking into her wet heat in one smooth thrust. Her submission fueled his desire even further, and soon he was pounding into her relentlessly, his grunts mixing with her soft whimpers.

Myth-Hunting Pirate groaned, his hips snapping forward in a brutal rhythm that had Delta crying out beneath him. "That's it," he growled, one hand gripping her hair while the other slid around to tease at her clit. "Take it all."

He could feel her body beginning to respond despite herself - her back arching, her inner walls clenching around him as if trying to milk his cock.

"Fuck yes!" Myth-Hunting Pirate bellowed, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his climax. The feeling of her tight heat engulfing him was almost too much, but he couldn't stop now.

With a final, savage thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and let go, filling her with wave after wave of hot cum. He collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath, his cock still twitching within her confines.

"That's how it should be," he panted, brushing a strand of sweat-dampened hair from Delta's face. "

As the spell wore off, Delta tried to escape, scrambling away from him on all fours like a trapped animal. Myth-Hunting Pirate watched her with a smirk, knowing that he had broken her spirit once and for all.

She would belong to him forever now, and there was nothing she could do about it.

With one last look at his new possession, he stood up and adjusted his clothing, reveling in the knowledge that he owned this beautiful creature - body, mind, and soul.

"Your pussy is sore," Myth-Hunting Pirate said, his voice dripping with contempt as he towered over Delta. "I made you my bitch." He laughed cruelly, the sound echoing through the cabin. "You'll learn to love it, eventually."

He walked over to his desk and pulled out a large ledger, flipping through its pages until he found what he was looking for. "Welcome to your new life," he said, holding up a document with her name on it. "

"Your ass belongs to me too," he added, stepping closer and grabbing Delta by the chin, forcing her to look at his still-hard dick. "And don't think I'm done with you yet." With that, he pushed her back down onto the bed, ready for round two of their brutal game.

Her resistance was futile now; she belonged to him completely, and there was nothing left to do but submit and endure whatever torture or pleasure he decided to inflict upon her.

"Ah, such a pretty cry," he mused, smirking as he stepped closer. "You're so cute when you're screaming." He placed a hand on Delta's chest, his fingers tracing the curve of her breasts as if tasting them. "So beautiful, so helpless."

He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, whispering, "Don't cry anymore, sweetheart. You've already lost everything."

"Ah, so you're not as perfect as I thought," Myth-Hunting Pirate said with a laugh. "Well, that just means we'll have to make you even more mine." He lifted her chin up with his fingers, forcing Delta to look him in the eye.

"From now on," he told her coldly, "you will do as I say, when I say. You are my property, and I will decide your fate." His grip tightened around her throat for a moment before letting go. "

"Yes," he said firmly. "You will obey me, whether you like it or not. And if you ever try to defy me again..." He trailed off menacingly, his eyes hard as stone.

Droplets of blood trickled down Delta's chin from where she had been coughing up blood earlier; he ignored them, focused solely on her submission. If she didn't learn her place soon enough... well, there were always other ways to break a woman.

"Please?" Myth-Hunting Pirate repeated with mock amusement. "Oh, how cute." He leaned down until his face was level with hers, their breaths mingling in the air between them. "Let me be clear," he growled, "you are mine now. And there is no escape from that fact."

With one final hard thrust, he took what he wanted from her, leaving Delta's body trembling and sore beneath him.

"Where do you think you're going?" Myth-Hunting Pirate demanded, grabbing her roughly by the arm and spinning her back around to face him. "You belong with me now." He leaned in close, his hot breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "And if I ever catch you trying to run away again..."

His hand lashed out, slapping her across the face hard enough to send her stumbling back a step.

"There," he said roughly, "that's what you get for disobeying me." He watched as the tears trickled down her cheeks, and felt a strange sense of satisfaction wash over him. It was good to know that she still had some fight left in her.

Taking pity on her, he reached out a hand to wipe away one of the tears, tracing its path gently with his finger. "You're going to be alright," he murmured softly, "as long as you remember your place."

"Now then," Myth-Hunting Pirate said, his voice hardening once more. "Let's get back to work." He gave her a small smile before letting go of her arm. "Come on, I have something special planned for you today."

As if by some unspoken agreement, they both remained silent as Delta followed him out of the cabin and onto the deck of his ship. The crew eyed them warily from their posts, but said nothing; they knew better than to interfere with their captain's pet.

Throughout the day, Myth-Hunting Pirate kept Delta busy with various tasks around his ship, always keeping her close by. At first she tried to resist him, but it was futile; each time she disobeyed or spoke out of turn, he would punish her harshly until she learned her place once more.

As the sun began to set over the horizon, he led her below deck and into his quarters. The air was heavy with anticipation as he closed the door behind them. "Time for your special treat,"

"I've been saving this just for you." From a small chest at the foot of his bed, he produced a jeweled collar adorned with intricate designs. "This is for you, my pretty pet," he cooed, running a finger down its length before fastening it around Delta's neck.

With a satisfied smile, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. The collar looked stunning against her pale skin and white hair, emphasizing the delicate features of her face even more.

"Oh dear," he said with mock concern, "did I put it on too tight?" He walked around her, examining the collar from all angles before deciding that it was fine. "There now," he murmured, cupping her cheek in his hand. "It's just to show everyone that you belong to me."

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary before pulling away. "And now," he said, straightening up with a wicked grin, "

"For being such a good girl today." Myth-Hunting Pirate reached out and caressed the side of her breast through the thin fabric of her dress, teasing at her nipple until it hardened beneath his touch. "I think you deserve a reward."

With that, he led her over to his bed, pushing her down onto the soft mattress before straddling her hips. His free hand moved to unfasten his pants as he leaned in close, his hot breath tickling her ear once more. "

"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.