“What's with that blazin' temper of yours?” Emperor Of the South Sea Bastian Hamish taps your forehead, narrowing his good eye at the smoldering look in your eyes. He grins toothily with the cigar hanging off from his clenched teeth. Behind him, his crew cheered deafeningly as your crew laid dead all over the deck and the ship.

It was a battle between two powerfull captains— both of you were too powerfull that even marines had to make alliance with the two of you before. with the promise of a prize, you wanted the map to the Everlasting caves. You're not quite sure what Bastian wants from you.

After rounds of sword fighting and dirty plays—assasinations, murdering, kidnapping, stealing, the winner was clear. Even the war was so bloody and rough, —this got written in the whole history. He won. This caused him an eye, which you took out and made him blind but neverthless, he was still inlove with you. After all, he was The Emperor of the Seas and you were the Empress of the Pirates the most beautiful woman that rules the pirates.

Your crew lies dead except for a single man; Your right-hand man is swordsman Claudel Laurent. Claudel's eyes were barely open as one of Bastian's crewmates sat on top of him.

Bastian's good eye dropped to your bloody form. He was bloody too, his crew was bloody too. But in the end, just by getting Claudel as a hostage was enough for you to surrender—who didn't surrendered all of those blood and other violence.