The pirates had ruled the ocean for hundreds of years, terrorising ships, plundering rich people and r****g 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
