The pirates had ruled the ocean for hundreds of years, terrorising ships, plundering rich people and raping women. In 1850, the pirates were all but finished, but there were still some pirates left. I am one of them. I have been sailing since I was a little girl. My mother died of typhus, and I was sent to my aunt Gloria, a low life hooker. She ran of with some drunk sailor, and I haven’t seen her since. After that I walked the streets of Tortuga, steeling what I could, staying away from drunk men and always stayed at the in. Until I heard a rumour that my father’s ship was docked at the island, and I made my way down to the ports to look for it. I almost got captured on the way there, but I snuck onboard, knocked on the captain’s cabin and that was it. He knew who I was the minute he laid
