I watched the gallows, another hanging. I sighed at the sight. More and more pirates were being hanged each day. I knew as a woman of higher rank I shouldn't care but I do. I've met one of these pirates before, and he was much more of a gentleman then any of these higher class men my father wanted to marry me off to so badly. I turned on my heel and left as the gallows dropped to applause.

I walked along the stone path in my stupid dress and the corset was pretty much strangling me. It's why I hated going out; I had to get all dolled up just to go for a nice walk. And the corsets nearly strangled you. When my father first got me this horrible thing he called it the latest fashion in paris. My response was "then French women must not like breathing to much." He wasn't too pleased at that statement.

My father said I was an uncommon beauty, that's why I should be married off by now. But he was right about the first part, everyone said I was uncommonly pretty, my skin was flawless and they always complimented how beautiful my eyes were apparently, they were green and men always tried to win me over with comments on them. It never worked to their advantage but it never seemed to work.

Then they would try to comment on my hair. The curly brown locks always fell in my face, annoying me all the time because I couldn't put up my hair. "It wouldn't be ladylike to be unmarried and have your hair put up!"

I finally got of the stone path and went to the secret spot I kept hidden from my father. An apple tree bigger then my house, so peaceful to watch the ships go in and out of port. It was a beautiful spot

"The king and his men, Stole the Queen from her bed, And bound her in her Bones," I started to sing "The seas be ours, and by the powers, Where we will, we'll roam. Yo Ho, haul together, Hoist the colours high, Heave Ho, Thieves and Beggars, Never Shall We Die!"

"MISTRESS!" I heard my maid Wilma yell up to me. "Mistress Silvia! What are you doing up there? And singing that retched song of those pirates! You know how your father is with this!" Wilma was a sweet old lady and has been serving our family for generations. She was always good to me and never told my father of my secret spot. And my father already knew of my love for the songs the pirates sing, I never ceased to sing it whilst we were without company.

"Since when have I cared what my father thinks?" I yelled down

"Well you ought to start caring!" She yelled up. "Now get down from there!" I crossed my arms and stuck out my chin. "Don't make me get Randall!" I sighed. I started climbing down. Randall was my suitor. His family was from a high ranking family, rich merchants and a couple of governors. But he had none of the charm and wits of a merchant or governor. He had a pretty face, but no, I do not love him.

I turned one last time to see the beautiful view, and saw something I had longed to see for all my life.

"Pirates!" I gasped.