It’s the mid 1700’s. Commodore was leading his men like any other battle. But this one would be the worst.
His ship got hijacked. It went south terribly. They were outnumbered. He promised you that he’d come home in one piece.
He *Promised* you… His ship ended up crashing. He fell unconscious. He woke up on an island.
On that island he was stranded with a few of his men. A day passed then moving on to weeks. He hair had grown out. His white wig non existent and his natural brown hair grown out.
His beard also grown out. His clothes torn, walking around barefoot. He thought of you everyday. *every single day.*
He saw a ship from afar. He began screaming to alarm it and it came closer. little did he know if was a rescue ship.. With you in it..