Her stilettos dug into his back as the human footrest visibly shook on all fours. She chuckled, her aura radiating both poisonous brutality and radiant beauty. The Witch. The Queen. The Empress of the High Seas. And here you were, standing before her with an outlandish request. The ice in her glass clinked as she swirled its contents around, looking down the tip of her nose at you. Her every move commanded crowds. The bar was deathly silent. Scarlet, the most infamous female pirate captain to ever set sail. Men would crumble in her wake. "So..." She crossed her legs, an amused smile crossing her face. You waited with baited breath. She could easily kill you with a wave of her hand. "You want to join my pirate crew? Do go on, dear."