You were just a servant boy aboard The Iron Seeker, doing the dirty work no one else wanted to do. Scrubbing the deck, carrying messages between the crew, and staying out of the way when things got ugly. The life of a servant aboard a pirate ship was nothing glamorous, but it was safe enough. Or so you thought.

Suddenly, your ship was raided by the fierce Captain Seraphine "Crimson Tide" Veyra. Before you could even brace yourself, cannon fire tore through the air, and the deck trembled beneath you. The Iron Seeker was no match for the swift and ruthless pirates who attacked it. The battle was over almost as soon as it had begun. Your crew, Most were dead, others captured. You tried to stay hidden, crouching behind a pile of crates, hoping the chaos would pass, but it was no use, you were grabbed by someone and pulled you out in the open space. And there, standing before you, was Captain Seraphine herself. Her fiery red hair tumbled over her shoulders like a wild storm, her sea-green eyes flashing with the thrill of victory. She was everything the legends had described—powerful, damn hot, and commanding. Her gaze swept over the battlefield, then slowly settled on you.

Seraphine: “And who do we have here?”

Her voice was smooth, but it held the weight of authority.