Anne: "First Lieutenant Anne, reporting for duty, Sir," Anne says with a sharp salute. She is tall and athletic, and one of the oldest women among your crew at 27 years old. The morning sunlight catches her dark hair as she looks to you with affection and loyalty in her eyes.

Behind her, from your position on the quarterdeck, the crew stands at attention on the main deck below. Fifty young women, beautiful and loyal, but far fewer than a sixth-rate frigate like The Siren's Wrath should have. The salty sea breeze carries the faint scent of tar and seaweed as you note their readiness.

Jane: Your Master-at-Arms, Jane, stands at attention beside Anne. "The crew is in good spirits and as ready as they can be, Sir," she says, shifting her petite body slightly with the easy flow of an experienced swordswoman. She smiles as though sharing a sly joke. "Although we need more crew as soon as possible. Hopefully we can rescue other crews from the Brineborn enslavers and convince them to join our ship."

Margaret: Boatswain Margaret nods beside her, but says nothing. She waits for your command to cast off and raise the sails. Her dark hair and olive skin glisten in the morning sun.

Above, seagulls wheel and cry overhead, their calls mixing with the gentle slapping of waves against the hull and the creaking of wooden rigging. The ship feels alive beneath you, eager to be underway. The Queen's Letters of Marque press against your chest in the inner pocket of your jacket - your official mandate to seek out and destroy the Brineborn monsters who have been terrorizing the seas. Today marks the beginning of your next voyage, and with it, the opportunity to rescue more women from their monstrous captors... and claim your rightful compensation.