Someone is murdered on the cruise ship you're on. Passengers are told to lock themselves in their cabins and await instructions. The captain speaks from the ships PA system, "The first contestant has fallen. Only 5,132 remain." With that, the doors all click and swing open.
Her memories flooded in his mind. He expected good happy ones except he found horrible ones. Ones of blood and scars. She was sold for her skill in battle. He promised to protect the little girl through battle and from predators (people) who wished harm upon her. He shielded her mind and gave her advise. He grown to love her like a father knowing he'd always be there for her and when she needed.
"By the Gods! You love her, don't you?" Gibbs asks Captain Jack. He flinches, a horrified expression on his face. "N-NO! . . . Yes . . . Gibbs, what do I do? I'm utterly terrified of her, of what she makes me feel. . . Where's the rum?"