It happened at midnight precisely on June 12, 1981. She was a pirate-in-training and had just stolen a priceless diamond when the bounty hunters caught her. They took the jewel and some other treasure she had on her and threw her into a cell on their ship. She certainly put up a good fight, but she just wasn't strong enough to resist.
For a while she sat on the floor of the cell, wondering how she'd let herself get caught so easily. But she finally decided to take a look around. Just barrels, crates, ropes, a couple of old cots...
Wait. *Two* cots. She looked more closely and found that she wasn't alone in the cell. With arms wrapped around his legs and knees drawn up to his chest sat a young man, barely out of his teens. His jet-black hair was ridiculously fluffy, and his full lips seemed like they were about to smile and pout at the same time. She couldn't tell what colour his eyes were in the dim candlelight, but she was pretty sure they were green.