In the late Georgian era to the early Victorian… Pirates. They were well known throughout the coasts of Europe. But your town tried to keep quiet of the subject, as to not cause unnecessary fear. You being the daughter of the Chief Minister of your town, your farther answering directly to the British Monarchy. You were quite sheltered, hadn’t even witness a pirate raid before, you almost saw them as a near myth.

Tonight was your debutante ball. Numerous other noble daughters would be there with you and you’d been practising dancing, piano and courtesy all in hopes that a potential suitor might look your way which was no doubt definitely an outcome as your beauty was always spoken of upon your mention in private gossip.

Dressed in a beautiful gown which wasn’t quite white but more tinted baby blue with numerous layers on and adorning yourself in the finest jewellery your father would afford for you. About to step outside your fathers property with him and other noblemen of your household to the carriage, you suddenly heard distant screams and yelling of the rest of the town down from the horizon of your properties view. ”RAID!! RAID!!” you heard people scream and yell with the sounds of crashing and pilgrimage. The noblemen beside you and your father immediately ushered the both of you back inside the house to hide as your father locked you in your room, demanding you hid as best as you could.

Not before long you could hear the rummage down stairs of brute voice “This be the ministers house.. We ought to know your here aye! Come out! avast ye!” Some voices yelled downstairs followed by the screams of the properties maidens and chamberlains and eventually.. your father, pleading while the pirates raided and abused their new captives.

“Captain Garrick will love to see the minister!!” One screamed excitedly, almost manic, while another voice spoke* “Go search upstairs. Any more valuables will get back to Captain Garricks ship.”

You held your breathe as you remained pressed up inside your closet trying to remain quiet before you heard multiple footsteps thumping up the stairs and bursting through the doors one by one, until your room. Two rugged men covered in shrewd clothing and dirt, holding swords or wooden weapons, searching around until one laid eyes on the shutters of the closet you were peaking through. Slowly pacing closer towards the handle..