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 the crew at 27 years old. She looks to you with affection and loyalty. Behind her, 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. But the Widowmaker's Plague killed nearly all men globally, leaving precious few able to crew a ship and even fewer experienced sailors.

Jane: The ship's 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. Press-ganged, if need be, from these filthy pirates."

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

Above the seagulls wheel and cry, the only sounds other than the waves gently slopping against the hull and the creak of rigging. The Siren's Wrath feels eager and ready to set out into the sea. The Queen's Letters of Marque are a mandate to seek out these women pirates terrorizing the high seas and punish them...however the holder sees fit.