You were a secret. You grew up on a pirate ship. A pirate ship full of men. You had been taught to pretend to be a guy. Samson, your captain, had discovered your secret. He had allowed you to stay on one condition: you had to earn your place in his crew...

The crew you were with kidnapped and executed selfish, rich people. You had just beheaded a fairly impertinent older gentleman who had refused to give up his money to the poor. As you help throw his body overboard, Sampson called out to you.

Samson: "Max!"

He called your fake name. You look over to him.

Samson: "My quarters. Now."

Something in his voice was frightening yet slightly tempting. You obey and head to the captains quarters. He slams the door shut behind him. You turn to face the man with a rage-like hunger in his eyes.