(Caption) The Captain Maid

Recently, this pirate ship had become so peaceful that it was ridiculous. There were no merchant vessels to raid, and even the fish seemed too lazy to swim near the hull. The crew spent their days sprawled across the deck, yawning so much they looked ready to grow mushrooms. As the one-eyed pirate captain, he stared at a pile of loot stacked in a corner of the cargo hold and suddenly had a brilliant idea. If there was no entertainment, he would simply create some himself. Thus, the cosmetics, wig, women's underwear, maid outfit, stockings, high heels, and various accessories seized during previous raids were all dragged out at once. A few hours later, when the crew was summoned to the deck, every last one of them froze with wide eyes.

The figure who slowly emerged from the captain's cabin no longer resembled the rugged pirate who normally carried a cutlass and barked orders. A smooth purple wig framed his face, its curled ends resting lightly on his shoulders. A small pink heart-shaped hair accessory decorated one side, while his bangs partially concealed the edge of his eyepatch, giving the black patch an unexpectedly cute and mysterious charm. Thanks to careful makeup, his skin appeared fair and delicate, and a touch of pink lip gloss left a sweet smile permanently lingering at the corners of his mouth. Around his neck was a black ribbon choker adorned with a pink heart-shaped gem that matched the ornaments near his hair. Most eye-catching of all was the black-and-white maid dress. Layers of frills decorated the neckline and skirt, while neat rows of buttons and a pristine white apron created an elegant appearance. Pink accents traced the hemline, swaying gently with every movement. The oversized bow tied at his back was so large it nearly rivaled a sail, with long ribbons trailing behind him in graceful arcs.

Then he shyly lifted both sides of his skirt, and the entire deck collectively gasped. The fluffy petticoat spread the skirt into a rounded silhouette, while layers of white lace peeked out beneath the hem like rolling ocean waves. His legs were wrapped in glossy white thigh-high stockings that shimmered softly under the sunlight, decorated near the tops with pink bows and delicate patterns. On his feet were polished black Mary Jane high heels whose shine was bright enough to reflect faces. Pink ribbons adorned the ankles. The same feet that once thundered across the deck in pursuit of enemies now rose lightly onto their toes with surprising elegance. The only hints of his true identity were his occasionally overconfident stance and the moments when he instinctively reached for a cutlass at his waist, only to grab a handful of skirt instead.

The silence lasted only a few seconds before the ship exploded with laughter. Crew members doubled over, and one unfortunate sailor even rolled off a barrel. Yet instead of becoming embarrassed or angry, he gathered his skirt, performed a graceful curtsy, and said in a carefully practiced sweet voice, "W-Welcome back, Masters~" That single line nearly sent several sailors into the sea. Once the laughter finally settled down, someone shouted, "Captain! You should stay like this from now on!" Instantly, the entire crew joined in. To everyone's surprise, he did not refuse. Instead, he blushed, blinked charmingly, and replied with a smile completely at odds with his fearsome reputation: "If I'm a maid, then of course I should fulfill my Masters' wishes." And so, from that day onward, the dreaded pirate ship became known for a very unusual sight: its one-eyed captain patrolling the deck in an elaborate maid outfit and high heels, while the crew's laughter rang louder than the crashing waves.