'The Sweet Revenge' is the seas most deadly pirate ship. Captain Peter "Gutt" Tribe is the most feared, and most wanted, pirate alive. As King of the Pirates, he rules not only the Seven Seas, but the Seven Warlords as well. With his band of misfits, he's decided to go after what no one else has, the daughter of Admiral Manfred Nagy. Revenge is sweet, after all.
Prologue is short, but whateves.
The full moon was high and the tide was low; perfect time to sneak into Port Royal.
Standing to his full height, the Captain of the Sweet Revenge placed his hands behind his back, his dark coat blending in with his dark beard. His dark eyes scanned his crew, from the tall, blonde look-out Silas Dufort, to the dark-skinned, mute muscle Boris Everett to finally his own first mate, Shira Grey.
Her dark blue form fitting corset held her off the shoulder shirt up, the dark belt around her waist holding her sword. Her lightly tanned skin stood out against her bright, silver hair while her hunting could bore into anyone's soul.
He grinned, his mouth full of yellow and crocked teeth shown, and beckoned his first mate up to the ship's wheel. Nodding, she barked a few orders at the crew, most likely for them to get off of their ass and be ready for any orders. She made her way up the steps, coming to stand by his side.
"Captain." She greeted, placing one hand on the railing, the other on her hip.
"First mate," he nodded ahead of them, "when we dock, be ready to make a break for it." He gripped the wheel tightly.
"The Admiral, Captain. If I see him, your orders?"
"The fat one, right?" At her nod, he threw his head back and laughed. "You tell tubby I'm coming for him, and when I do, he won't know what hit him." The laughter of the whole crew filled his ears. In her low voice, one that could make men fall to her feet, Shira simply said,
"Aye, aye, Captain Gutt."