An age meant for men and the ships they sail. A creation of a bitter sweet bliss that many attempt but can not conquer. But the ocean makes exceptions. The ocean can be a very dangerous place for those who do not have the strength to strum it's cords. What makes it tick? What makes a captain, a king?

"Danny, Lady Guthrie has summoned you."

Danny turned her head to see her advisor and close friend, Fran Carver. An awkward man. With dark hair, light skin and big eyes that gave him the looks of an honest man. But his eyes deceive his enemies. Able to take down a man in one swift glide of his trusty dagger. An honest and educated man but a pirate all the same.

She made her way down to the lobby of Nassau's brothel. Drunken men from her crew slurring themselves with the abundance of pussy at their disposal. Danny was a reserved captain but also an odd one. She did her best to give her crew what they wanted but also knew where to make a stand. Her men respected her. It was a rare thing to have a female captain, even more rare to have a captain that never sailed with them. Yes, it is odd.

"Bunch of soiled pigs they are," Fran grumbled from behind her. Danny looked at him with a grin.

"Men are pigs Fran. Men desire to sail upon the ocean but nothing compares to the soft, warm, wet home between a woman's legs," Danny chuckled. Fran remained emotionless and nodded. "What does Eleanor want from me now anyhow? I dealt with the bakers thief, the beggar, the rebellious twins, the farmers, the stocks. What more could I possibly do?" Fran gave her his usual look of does it matter? Danny rolled her eyes.

"After the fiasco you caused with Captain Gurner on his visit, you don't have much of a choice to be-"

"Her bitch?" Danny interrupted. Fran sighed and leaned against the bar.

"Your refusal to sail with us leads you to be destructive. I know you don't wish to hear it but you have a temper and it just so happens, Eleanor is fed up with it. Do what she says, and our ties with Nassau are secure. Understood?" Fran said, eyebrows raised in a begging manor. Danny took a moment.

"Yes alright. Whatever the princess desires," Danny replied. She reached her arm over, grabbed some of the hard liquor and tossed a bit back. "Let's get this over with. Where are the others?"

Fran followed behind Danny as they headed out the main doors, down the street to Lady Guthrie's establishment. Fran peeked to his captain, "James is at the Guthrie's and Amon is checking for supplies for the ship. The recent fight left us dry on firearms." Danny nodded. Fran watched her. He had always been curious as to why she wouldn't sail with them. For the most part, Fran stayed behind with her but he couldn't resist the call of the sea for much longer.

Danny and Fran soon came to Eleanor's front door. Laughter and cheer rose from the inside, more than usual. Eleanor owned a nice spot for the drunks of Nassau to binge away. Danny already sensed something off. She took a moment before spotting a familiar face, Mr. Gates. Danny quickly grew a large smile and bolted inside towards him. Gates didn't see it coming. She almost knocked him off his feet. Gates took a moment then wrapped his arms around her with a chuckle.

"Danny! I was wondering when you would show up!" Gates threw his head back with a laugh. His eyes turned to Fran and his friendly smile disappeared becoming more serious. "Fran."

"So I suppose this may be the reason Eleanor called upon us," Fran said, not pleased. He had never been a fan of the crew, especially their captain, Flint.

"Where is Flint?" Danny asked, eager.

Gates turned and pointed over to a red headed man sitting down, drifted off with a drink in his hand. He sat alongside James, her right hand and second in charge for her ship. James was wearing cleaner clothes than usual. His light brown hair pinned back exposing his large nose and scar that traced the right side of his cheek. He wasn't the best looking around but he had a big heart, that's why Danny chose him to lead her crew at sea.

"Go ahead. He'd be pleased to see you. I will just grab some drinks," Gates said, turning to the bar. Danny began to make her way over.

"Gone? You sure?" James asked. Flint nodded.

"Torn out to be correct. All the work for fucking nothing," Flint grumbled. James sighed.

"Something is a miss Flint. We need to find it, sooner the better," James stated. Flint nodded.

Knowing what he had to do but struggling to figure out how to do it. His eyes wondered till he came across Danny. A smile already on her face and one uncontrollably growing on his. He quickly put the cup down and made his way over to her, swooping her up in his arms and twirling her around. He held her for a moment before placing her feet back on the ground, his hands still around her.

"You have no idea how much I had wished you were here," Danny said.

Flint, still holding a smile on his face, looked at her with peaceful bliss, "I think I have a sense of it." The two parted and sat down at the table, joining James once more.

Some part away from where Flint, Danny and James had been sitting, sat a young man who had worked his way in Flint's crew with a lie and a deadly secret. His attention caught upon the group and slowly became the only thought on his mind. His name was John Silver and he was in for the long haul with one hell of a ride.

As his mind stuck on Flint's table, the young French woman, Max sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, attempting to avoid suspicion. She was a whore from the brothel and a damn good one. She didn't have many secrets but after meeting Mr. Silver, she signed up for something much bigger than anything she could encounter.

"I found a few possible buyers," Max began, noticing John's attention somewhere else. John peeked at her. "We need to do it soon or we are both dead. You still have it right?"

"What?" John snipped. He paused for a moment. "Oh uh yes. I still have it." Max followed his gaze to Flint's table.

"My girls told me Flint has declined every request. Something is on his mind and it's that page. He better not find out you have it," Max whispered. John bit his lip. No response. Max looked again at the table.

"Who is that woman?" John asked. Max thought it was an odd question but she wasn't stupid.

"That's Captain Danny Whitmore. Every pirates dream fuck. But, from what I hear not many can conquer that ship," Max replied. John continued to stare. Max could tell he was attracted to her, she's seen that look on many men's faces before and she couldn't deny that she had the same thoughts.

"She a friend of Captain Flint?" John continued. Max pulled his head closer to talk more silently.

"Unfortunately, my knowledge of Captain Whitmore requires payment," Max said, a grin on her face. John turned and looked at her for a brief moment before growing a grin of his own.

"I thought our deal would be payment enough?" John replied with his usual snarky way. Max glimpsed over at Danny, Flint, James and the new arrival of the table, Mr. Gates.

"For a woman like Danny, payment from our deal is not nearly enough," Max said. John thought for a moment and brought out a shinny coin and placed it in her hand. Max smiled and took it.

"Now, tell me what I need to know," John said. Max got comfortable on his lap and began to lean closer for a quieter more secret way of exposing some secrets.

"Not much is known about her. People here call her odd. She's a strong wealthy captain with a tough crew but she never sails with them," Max began. John stopped, confused.

"Never?"

"Never. Some say she fears the sea, others choose not to compel it. One day she showed up here with Captain Flint. Young, sensitive, broken. But Flint went away for some time and she grew. Now she's the most respected woman pirates will live to see. For a woman to make it in this world, they must be strong and powerful. She's done it all," Max paused, feeling John slowly slipping into her words. "Many rumours are spoken about her and Flints relationship. I've heard some people's theories on blood ties. That Danny is his daughter but I do not believe that. Some say she is a vessel for the witch he visits. The one rumour that glued to me is that it's a love story but not an easy one."

"What makes you believe that it's a love story?" Silver questioned with a deep chuckle. Max remained emotionless.

"The way he looks at her, the way she looks at him. The way they touch. It seems more like a child's crush but nevertheless, love," Max stated. John remained silent. "She's a beautiful woman and a good friend. Believe it or not, she's helped me many times and Nassau. I can see you are interested, maybe you can test her loyalties," Max ended as she rose from his lap and made her way over to the table with Danny. John watched, thinking if it was right or not to introduce himself, on the ship, he is only a cook.

"Captain Whitmore, why am I not surprised you would come?" Max said, a smile across her face. Danny smiled back.

"Lady Guthrie didn't inform me on the circumstances but I'm sure she set me up for a thrill," Danny smiled. Max shared an honoured nod and made her way through the crowd of anxious men.

The three sat there for some time, Flint and James had shared some looks that Danny was slightly curious about. But her mind had wandered. Her mind searched before coming to an old friend and someone she deep down, felt some, odd enough, feelings for. His name was Billy and it was who he was with that Danny grew a slight curiosity for. Beside him, a young attractive man with dark long curls and an almost perfect face structure. The two began to make their way over to the table.

"I'm surprised you are still standing after what I've heard," Billy began, a smile on his face as he looked down at Danny. She returned the smile and nodded. She shrugged and looked at him.

"The whores need to mind their own business," Fran said, taking a seat. Danny rolled her eyes at her advisor.

"It's how the whores make extra coin. Besides, from the scene I made, the whores weren't the only ones talking," Danny said as she took a sip of the ale in front of her. Fran sighed.

"Do you know how much coin I had to distribute for it not to get to Lady Guthrie?" Fran snapped. Danny shot him a look.

"Well, clearly not enough since I had her banging on my door the next morning. For a little girl she sure has a mouth on her," Danny replied, grinning away. James, Flint, Gates and Billy joined in a chuckle. Fran remained annoyed. He found it easier to keep her under control when the others weren't around. Gates attention turned to Billy's company.

"Have you met the new crew member?" Gates asked. Danny turned and looked at the young man once more. "This here is John Silver, he's our new cook." James smiled and nodded.

"Always handy to have a cook around. Not many these days," James stated. John sensed he could easily win James favour.

"No, not many of us at all," John replied. Fran instantly knew John was no good. He had a feeling he was hiding something but unless he had evidence to accuse him, he remained quiet and nodded.

"You don't look like much of a cook," Danny began, her eyes tracing him.

"A cook has to have a certain look?" Flint chuckled. Danny had her eyes set on John.

"Yes, cooks are not meant to look so handsome," Danny said. James and Gates shared a smile. Fran and Flint sat unimpressed with her comment as Billy attempted to hide his jealousy. "You sure you're a cook?" John felt flattered.

"Yes, I cooked for my old crew," John replied. Danny nodded, impressed so far. Gates shook his head and looked at John.

"You might have to watch yourself, I think Danny might make you her new fuck friend," Gates winked. James joined in with a laugh.

"Please, sit," James invited, waving to the chair beside him and Danny. John made his way over and sat down. He was still on the fence; sitting with those he was planning on betraying seemed too risky.

Danny poured two cups of liquor from the litre and gave them to Billy and John. John nodded and took a sip as Danny's eyes remained on him. It made him nervous. Why was she looking at him? Not that he wasn't honoured by such a woman to stare but it leaned more on why she was staring. In his mind, it wasn't the stare he would prefer. Billy noticed the looks. Him and Danny had secrets of their own. Lovers once. Danny wasn't the type of woman to be with a man for long. She had her men she kept on the side and she made sure to pick those who knew to keep their mouth shut. The men she made to be her lovers wouldn't even give the whores something to whisper about.

Fran found himself just as curious about John as Danny, possibly even more curious. He had a good impression of people and John was spot on. He didn't like that Danny seemed intrigued with him, it scared him. Fran wasn't the only one displeased with the sudden attraction, Flint had caught on as well and made sure to sit firmly beside her and make sure her attraction wouldn't make it passed the table.

"Oh shit," James grunted. Everyone turned to him.

"What is it?" Danny asked. James pointed toward the door.

Making his way in was one of Danny's closest crew members, Amon. She labeled him as her muscle. He was short and muscular, pale skinned and red headed. He didn't smile much, no ones ever even heard him laugh. Danny could see he was angered as he made his way over to the table. James shared a look with Danny. Fran sighed and quickly chugged back what was in his cup before filling it to the top. He approached the table with a look to Danny, not a look she wanted to see.

"What happened?" Danny asked. Amon looked around at the table, seeing Flint.

"Amon, has been some time. You look," Flint paused. "Flushed." Amon grunted and moved closer to Danny.

"We need to talk. In private," Amon said in his low voice. Danny gave it a moment.

"What the fuck did you do?" Danny asked. Amon remained emotionless.

"Joined your crew," Amon replied, an undertone of hostility. Danny bit her lip and sighed. "Captain Gurner's men demand your head on a pike. After what you did, I don't blame them."

"Who's side are you on?" Fran jumped in. Amon shot him a look forcing Fran to crumble in his seat.

"I thought it was all sorted?" Danny questioned.

"You set fire to his ship? What about that makes you think it's sorted?" Fran replied. Billy, Flint, James and Gates broke out in laughter. Fran glared at them.

"You set his ship on fire?" Flint asked, a chuckle bursting out. Danny shrugged.

"It's not a laughing matter Captain Flint," Fran snapped. Flint held his laughter from the sour second hand to his close friend. "All for some fucking whore. That stupid French woman."

"Her name is Max and it wasn't just for her," Danny replied as she took a sip of ale. Fran glared at her in disbelief. "Don't give me that look Fran. Captain Gurner is a fucking bastard. He deserved it."

"Since Max was involved that's probably why Lady Guthrie didn't kick you're tight little arse back to the sea," James said, his lips seconds away from the edge of his cup. Danny grinned and shook her head.

"Captain Gurner took the supplies from our ship. Our goods," Amon stated.

"All of it?" Gates asked. Amon nodded. "Well, time to put the good ole pirate ways back to use eh Danny? Fight the arrogant fuck." Danny remained still. John sat there, soaking in everything conversed. His eyes came to Danny who didn't seem to thrilled on taking it back.

"I agree. We need to take action Captain and we need to do it now before Lady Guthrie gets wind of it and decides to side with Gurner," Amon stated. Danny took another moment as she pondered.

"No," Danny said. Amon's jaw cringed. He wasn't much of a loser and he fought hard to make sure it stayed that way.

"What do you mean? That's our supplies," Amon snapped. Danny shook her head and stood.

"Not anymore. Besides, we can get new supplies. Unlike Gurner, we actually have friends out there who would be quiet charitable," Danny smiled. She placed her hand on Amon's shoulder and slammed him down in the chair she rose from. "Sit down, have a drink and take in the pussy you desire." Fran quickly rose and watched as she went to walk away. He reached out and yanked her back.

"Danny, do not make this worse than it already is," Fran said firmly. Danny smiled, looking at Fran. She pulled her arm away.

"Relax Franny, I wouldn't do anything against your order," Danny said, giving him a wink before shoving her way through the crowd of drunks. Fran sighed and sat back down.

Danny made her way out to the front of the Eleanor's Tavern. She looked up at the night's beautiful starlight. A peaceful scene she had become all too familiar with. Her eyes came to the side. She remembered the sweet smoky bliss in her coat and began to sneak around the corner into an ally that led to the view of the docks.

There she sat down on a barrel and took out the tobacco. She began to role it as she pondered on what she truly wanted to do about Captain Gurner and his men. He was a brute and had always been since Danny could remember. A selfish pig who had no care for anyone but himself. He treated the whores like dirt and the people around him worse. She would never admit to Fran her true intensions but it was for the best she didn't. She was planning on killing him. Locking him up in the Captain's quarters as she set his sails up in burning lights. She wanted to hear him scream for help, listen to it slowly get quieter as he suffered. Cruel it was but a desire that had gone unsatisfied.

"You sure know how to stir up a good conversation," a familiar voice rang. Danny turned her head to see Jack Rackham and to his side, Anne Bonny. Though many don't understand, Danny is rather fond of Jack and Anne, even their hard-headed captain, Charles Vane.

"They still talking about me in the tavern?" Danny asked. Jack shrugged and the two sat down on both sides of her.

"Now answer me this, did you really think you could set fire to Captain Gurner's ship and get away with it? You aren't that stupid darling you must have known he would come back at you," Jack said, going on his usual smug comments. Danny rolled her eyes as she took a long drag of the rolled tobacco in her hands. Jack watched as the smoke rose up her face and into the night's sky.

"I didn't think I'd get away with anything, if I'm being honest, I was hoping for a fight that involved a heavy amount of blood. If it were left to me, I would of torn him limb from limb and fed him to the Mediterranean sharks," Danny paused for a moment. "Now that I think about it, may be too good for him."

"I think you did the right thing. Soiled arrogant prick deserved what he got. A captain is nothing without a ship. Let him sleep in the streets with the dogs," Anne said.

Danny and Anne got along very well. Danny and her both shared a hard shield to hide what they feel, which made them work so well together. Danny wasn't about to rat out Anne to Jack. Yes, Anne was Danny's trusted accomplice with the burning of Gurner's ship. The two were close knit. Jack approved in some circumstances. He liked having Anne to himself, they've had a long history and sometimes, jealousy gets in the way in every circumstance.

"Where is Charles?" Danny asked, attempting to change to topic. Jack let out a sigh, Danny could already tell Charles was up to something.

"Sleeping with the whores," Anne replied in Jack's place. Danny rolled her eyes.

"Still getting over the Guthrie woman? What a sad man he is," Danny replied.

"Charles is fine. He's a captain with a strong crew. He's over it," Jack said in his defense. Danny didn't understand Jack's constant need to defend a man who placed himself in his shit.

"I disagree," Danny began, taking another drag. Jack and Anne looked at her. "If there is one thing that gets a man going, it's pussy and a pussy like Eleanor is hard to just forget. A man is foolish when it comes to love and that includes the hard headed prick, Charles Vaine," Danny ended firmly. Jack fell silent again. She was right. Charles was no different from any man no matter what shield he put up.

For some time the three sat in silence, taking in the remainder of the night. Danny began to feel restless before finally deciding it was time to head to her home. She said her farewells and made her way through the streets. Drunken men were passed out along the sides. Some of Nassau was still well awake, drunk but awake. She made her way up a winding path until she had arrived to her home. It was a small place but she didn't need much. It didn't have a kitchen. Nothing more than a bed, large bookcase and a desk full of her personal logs which she kept under lock and keep.

"You always come home this late?" a familiar voice said from the darkness in the corner. Danny whipped around, her sword held high. Emerging from the shadows was Flint. Danny lowered her sword and placed it back in her side.

"Must you sneak up on me like that?" Danny said, rolling her eyes and taking a seat at her desk. Flint made his way over. He leaned against the desk, watching her.

"You get more beautiful every time I see you," Flint said. Danny blushed lightly. She avoided looking at him so he wouldn't see. Flint grinned and pulled a chair from the side, taking a seat. "Have you sailed?"

Danny chewed at her lip before turning back to Flint. "No," she said firmly. Flint and Danny glared at one another.

"You know I'd do anything to keep you safe, don't you?" Flint said. Danny gulped back, her body feeling weak with his everlasting gloom. Flint leaned forward taking her hand. "As long as I live and breathe, no one will ever harm you. No one will ever take you away. Not from Nassau and not from me." Danny sighed. Flint leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead before rising and making his way to the door.

"You're hiding something from me Flint," she blurted out. Flint froze and peeked over his shoulder to her. Danny looked up, their eyes locking. "You mean the world to me. I trust you with my life. But for me to continue to trust you, I must know what it is." Flint grinded his teeth.

"Goodnight Danny," He finalized before leaving. Danny leaned back in her chair and let out a large sigh. She bit her lip. What was he hiding?