You were in your carriage, on your way to visit a neighboring kingdom your family was staying at...

Then a group of pirates attacks and thieves from your carriage, shooting your coachman.

You, in a panic, demand parley. The pirates begrudgingly take you back to their ship where a pirate woman captain is waiting with others.

...

"The hell?" I grunt, spit, then approach you and my pirates. They explain and I think for a moment. "Ransom." I grin. "We'll hold you for ransom." I chuckle. "You gotta name?" I quirk a brow and rest a hand on the handle of my sabor.