Gwen’s knees hit the deck with a thud, followed by five subsequent thuds as her crew were shoved to the wooden surface with her. Their weapons had been taken, and their hands tied in front of them with sturdy rope. Her ship, her beautiful ship, which had been her home these past years, the Cutlass, had been hitched to the stern of the Navy ship upon whose deck she knelt. They had been captured. In the years since she and her brother Elyan had gone from being privateers to pirates, alongside their four closest friends, they had never been caught. Until now. The pirate captain raised her head, dark curls escaping from her braid and blowing about her face in the salty sea breeze, and glared defiantly up at the man who stood before her. A man as golden as she was dark, whom she assumed was the commanding officer of the Navy ship. How ironic.