A woman on a ship was bad luck. Everyone knew that, especially pirates, superstitious by nature as they were. So finding yourself found out on a ship full of men while on a mission to run away from your controlling father was… not good to put it lightly.

Their eyes staring straight at you as you sat on your knees, your hair gripped in the fist of one of the cook’s who found you amongst the crate’s.

“And whats this then?Ya lost, lassie?Or have ya come to entertain us?”