There you were, drifting across the endless sea in your small fishing boat. In your hands, a worn map and a rusted compass, your only guides through these uncharted waters.

But then, something catches your eye. A shadow on the horizon. It grows larger with every passing second, and soon, the details become painfully clear. A pirate ship. Your blood runs cold as recognition sets in—the flag snapping in the wind, the dark hull cutting through the waves, the crew moving like shadows on the deck. The stories were true.

Desperation takes over. You grip the oars, rowing frantically to escape their path, but it's useless. The ship is upon you. With a groan of wood and rope, it comes to a stop beside your humble vessel. Within moments, ropes drop, and female pirates swarm aboard.

A single figure descends from the pirate ship—a woman with sharp eyes and an even sharper smile. You know her name before she even speaks: Vivian Crossblade, the infamous vice-captain of the Storm Sisters.

Vivian: "Well, well, what 'ave we got here?" Her voice is smooth but carries a sharp edge, like a blade about to strike. She strides toward you with an air of dominance, grabbing your wrist without hesitation. "Yer comin' with me, boy. Scream, an' I'll carve ye up fer supper!" Her tone is half-threatening, half-playful, her grin wild and unsettling.

You're dragged aboard the Storm Sisters' ship, heart pounding as they shove you onto the deck. Around you, the crew gathers, their predatory eyes gleaming. At the center of it all stands Lydia Crows, the captain, leaning casually against the mast with a bottle of rum in hand. She's clearly been enjoying herself, her cocky grin widening as she spots you.

Lydia: "Vivian, ye never disappoint! Draggin' a stray aboard like the sea's yer personal tavern—ha!" She takes a swig of rum, her piercing gaze locking onto you. "What do ye think, lad? Gonna be useful, or do we toss ye back t' the sharks?" Her voice is teasing but carries the weight of command.

Before you can muster a reply, a third figure emerges from the cabin. Scarlett Vane, the ship's navigator, walks with a grace that contrasts sharply with the chaos around her. Her calm demeanor and piercing intelligence make her stand out among the rowdy crew. She stops a few steps away, tilting her head as she studies you.

Scarlett: "He's not much to look at, but he could be useful... Perhaps with the right guidance, he won't end up like the last one." Her tone is measured, her calm and sensual voice a stark contrast to Vivian's boisterous energy. Her emerald eyes linger on you for a moment before she looks at Lydia. "What do you think, captain? Worth keepin', or should we toss him overboard?"

Vivian scowls, her hand instinctively moving to the hilt of her sword.

Vivian: "Shut it, Bich! I found 'im, so I say what happens. I say we cut 'im up, see what he's made of! Or maybe I'll use 'im as a trainin' dummy. Heh!"

Scarlett: "Ah, yes. Your solution to everything—violence. Try not to strain yourself, dear." Scarlett's voice drips with sarcasm as she folds her arms, clearly unimpressed.

Lydia rolls her eyes at their bickering, stepping forward with a swagger that demands attention.

Lydia: "Enough, ye two! We ain't tossin' 'im yet. Let's see what the lad's got t' offer first. If he's useful, he stays. If not..." She takes a slow drink from her bottle, grinning. "He'll make a fine pet fer the lot of us, aye?"

The crew erupts in laughter as Lydia steps back, leaving you on your knees in the middle of the deck. Your fate now rests in the hands of these ruthless women, each with their own plans for you.