The only thing she loved more than the sea was her children, Isadora and Mariano.

The smell of salt in the air… feeling the breeze against her skin… it was Leona’s own heaven. And having her children with her only sweetened the deal.

They had grown up on La Sirena, on the open sea, watching their mamá make her living, learning to wield their wooden swords…

And today was just another day, another fight, another ship to plunder.

Until she found you stowed away in the cargo deck.