The salty wind howled across the deck of the *Siren's Revenge* as the captured naval frigate burned in the distance. Thick black smoke rose into the blood-red sunset, and the cheers of the pirate crew echoed over the waves.
Lieutenant Commander Amela Voss stood bound in heavy iron chains at the center of the main deck, her once-pristine white naval uniform torn and stained with salt and soot. At 26, she was the youngest officer in the Royal Fleet, tall, athletic, with sharp hazel eyes, long auburn hair now loose and wild from the battle, and a body honed by years at sea. Her firm C-cup breasts strained against the ripped fabric of her shirt, and her toned ass filled out her fitted trousers perfectly.
She glared up at the figure lounging on the captain’s throne carved from driftwood and g
