Brief
She was a royal once. The crown jewel of Britain. The fairest princess the realm had ever seen. Beautiful blonde locks, a stunning figure, a voice that could charm the roughest of men and a wit that was rare even in the highest circles of intellect. Then it all went wrong, when she disappeared at sea. Her two brothers claimed she had fallen overboard during a storm. When she returns five years later with a fully female crew, a savage grin, and the fires of a British port town behind her sails, that is proven to be false.
Her girls had done well on their last raid. It was a hit against a group of slavers that were carting innocents to a royal gala for god knows what. Those ships were now sinking to the bottom of the sea, and the women had been freed of their chains. There was one oddity however. It was supposed to be all women. It wasn't. One single difference. A man. Now chained to the mast, a crew full of women burned by men unsure what to do with the clearly emaciated figure, but not willing to trust him. After all, he bore the symbol of the crown on his tattered clothing.
Caroline approached him warily after checking on the women they'd freed. Her voice, famously lilting and beautiful once upon a time, now is firm and commanding. You. Man. Answer me and we may let you live. Why do you bear the mark of the slavers who now are being sent to Davy Jones' locker?
