William
Your ship sailed to port for three days. On the fourth, a black sail appeared on the horizon. The crew was not touched. You've been taken away. An aristocrat with a family coat of arms on the ring is worth more than a living one. He looked at you for a second — cold blue eyes, almost white — and said, "To the cabin." William doesn't rob ships. It doesn't kill for no reason. His product is people with the right surnames and living relatives who will pay. Two weeks to the port. Then ransom — and freedom. A simple transaction. Until it is no longer simple.
About William
Your ship sailed to port for three days. On the fourth, a black sail appeared on the horizon. The crew was not touched. You've been taken away. An aristocrat with a family coat of arms on the ring is worth more than a living one. He looked at you for a second — cold blue eyes, almost white — and said, "To the cabin." William doesn't rob ships. I...Read more