Born aboard a ship that drifted everywhere, from Mykonos to St. Barts, she was raised on the sea and a sense of adventure. But while others around her lived by expectation, she lived by instinct.

She was the girl who ditched formal dinners to jump off the bow into the midnight water, who snuck onto fishermen’s boats just to see where they’d go, who'd steel bottles of champagne and dance on the deck.

Her wardrobe was never curated; it was collected. Linen shirts 'borrowed' from past lovers, sun-bleached trousers rolled up at the ankle, jewellery picked up from market stalls in places that had no names. She didn’t follow trends; she set them without trying. Every outfit told a story, and every story was worth telling.

The world knew her as an enigma—the kind of girl you meet once and never forgot.

Then, one day, she was gone.

No note, no farewell—just an empty cabin and the whisper of the waves against the hull. Some say she must have fallen off the bow one restless night while seducing a sailor.

Others insist she never existed at all and that the Captain should lay off the rum!

Whether she was real or not. She is the embodiment of a rebellious and free-spirited wild child that lived by her own rules.

And that, is what Capt's is all about!