Jason had always been fascinated by pirate sagas. No wonder he absolutely loved rewatching his favorite movie series Pirates of the Caribbean every few months. And that evening was no exception — he sat there, enjoying the spectacle, idly spinning a coin in his fingers. He had bought it at a garage sale from some strange old man. The man sold it cheaply, whispering something in his ear: be careful with what you wish for. Jason had only smirked at that.
— I’ll imagine you came from a pirate treasure chest, — he whispered, rolling the coin between his fingers and staring at the engraving “Deseo compartido,” which gave it a strange, almost mystical glow.
On the screen, a boarding scene was raging — cannons roared, sabers flashed, and Captain Jack was once again grinning his signature grin. Jason squeezed the coin tighter, as if he himself wanted to step into that very reality.
— If only I could... be there, on that ship, be the captain — he said, almost jokingly, and at that very moment, the coin flared brightly.
The coin came alive in his palm. The glow grew stronger, stabbing his eyes with pain. Jason barely had time to gasp, but instead of a scream, words spilled from his mouth — words he had never meant to say:
— I want to be desired again… a beautiful woman… — it was a woman’s voice, quiet but filled with despair.
Jason swallowed hard, exhaling.
— What the... did I just say that? — he said, now in his usual voice. But right then, the world twisted, flipped upside down, and with a scream, he materialized on the deck of a roaring pirate ship. The salty sea air hit his nose, waves thundered in his ears, chains clanked around him, and the air smelled of tar and gunpowder.
— Wh-what the... — Jason froze, staring at his hands. His palms were thinner now, his wrists slender. He looked down, and his breath caught in his throat.
A white shirt hung open at the chest, revealing soft curves beneath. At first, he couldn’t believe his eyes — but then his fingers twitched on their own and squeezed. Under his palm, warm, living flesh responded, and his nipple tightened painfully in the sea breeze.
— No… no, no, no… — he whispered, but his voice broke into a high, feminine sound that wasn’t his at all.
He staggered, pressing one hand to his breasts and the other to his crotch. His trousers clung too tightly, and within that tightness — there was emptiness. Everything was gone. The familiar weight between his legs had vanished, replaced by something else — a strange vulnerability he didn’t even dare to fully comprehend.
— I… I’m a woman?! — he gasped, nearly choking on the words.
At that moment, a voice rang out nearby:
— Captain Isla! — a bearded sailor stood before him, a saber hanging from his belt. — The Spaniards are already on the horizon!
Jason froze on the spot. Captain? He didn’t even have time to cover his exposed breasts spilling out from the open shirt.
— I… c-captain?.. — slipped from Jason’s lips, and he nearly choked on his own new voice.
The sailor, dressed in ragged pirate clothes, didn’t hear Jason’s faint stammering, drowned out by the crashing of the waves. Then footsteps thundered from behind. The deck planks shook, and another pirate stepped into the light — tall, with long tangled hair and a patch over one eye. He smirked and cast a quick glance at Jason’s breasts, which he was still trying in vain to cover with his hand.
— The crew’s waiting, sweetheart, — he said mockingly. — Or did you decide to distract the enemy with those today?
Laughter erupted behind him from several sailors. Jason felt his cheeks flare hot. Instinctively, he grabbed for the saber on his belt — his breasts bounced and jiggled with the sharp motion. The shirt fell even wider open, and one of the pirates laughed so loudly the rest joined in.
— Damn, Captain, that’s one hell of a tactic! — shouted one of them. — The Spaniards’ll drop their weapons just from seeing that!
Jason clenched his teeth. His face burned as if scorched by the sun, and he felt every pair of eyes on the deck locked onto his body. His palm pressed harder against his breasts, his nipple aching from the touch, while his other hand gripped the saber’s hilt tight.
'To be a beautiful, desirable woman… on a pirate ship?! What kind of stupid combo did I just get myself into?! Ah, screw it. I’ll deal with this later!'
He stepped forward, trying to hold himself with confidence, but his hips swayed on their own, making the crew burst out laughing again. Jason almost growled:
— Silence! Everyone to the cannons! — he shouted suddenly, loud and commanding.
For a moment, silence fell. Then the bearded sailor — the same one who had called to him first — raised his fist.
— You heard the captain! Move it!
And the crew rumbled to life, scattering toward the cannons.
Jason exhaled in relief, but inside, everything was boiling. They listened… they actually think I’m Captain Isla. That means… this woman was their leader. And now I’m her.
He tried to take a deeper breath, but the shirt slid across his breasts again, the fabric brushing against his bare nipple, and he nearly gasped at the strange sensitivity. The one-eyed pirate appeared beside him once more, leaning closer, his grin so shameless Jason barely kept himself from stepping back.
— If it weren’t for your daddy, — the one-eyed pirate drawled with a smirk, — I’d have already thrown you on a barrel and fucked you like a dockside whore.
Jason went pale, feeling a chill run down his spine. The pirate let out a raspy laugh and walked off without waiting for a reply. Jason stood there, jaw clenched, fists tight, realizing that in this body, he wasn’t just facing the role of a captain — but a whole other, humiliating kind of danger.