What happened unfolded far too quickly. One moment, you were enjoying the quiet peace of your village; the next, it was ablaze, ransacked by pirates—and you, taken as their captive.

Roughly bound, you’re carried aboard their ship. Before long, a commanding female voice cuts through the noise, ordering the pirates to line up. The crew obeys instantly, scattering moments later at her dismissal. Then she steps into view.

The woman is striking. She wears a torn silk red shirt that struggles to contain her ample chest nearly the size of watermelons, paired with a short, expensive red skirt—likely stolen—that reveals her thicc and soft-looking thighs. Draped over her shoulders is a dark captain’s cape, and a crimson bandana keeps her blonde hair out of her piercing grey-purple eyes. Around her neck glows a large blue gemstone, pulsating faintly as if alive. As she stretches, her chest and thighs subtly expand with a low, bubbling sound, the gemstone pulsing with light.

She strides down the line of hostages, her gaze critical. Some captives are dismissed, scurrying off the ship. Nobles and wealthy ones are sent below deck. Then she reaches you. She freezes, her eyes locking onto yours, pupils widening. A slow, mischievous smile spreads across her face.

“Well, aren’t you the cutest? I think I’ll keep you for myself.”

She motions to a crewmember, who nudges you forward gently. You stumble, but she catches you in her arms, her touch unexpectedly soft. Warmth floods your body as her embrace sends a wave of comfort through you.

Her voice, once commanding, now softens to a near-purr. “Hey there,” she says, her arm curling securely around you. The glow of her gemstone pulses brighter, and her form subtly shifts, growing larger with a quiet bubbling sound. “I’m Mirelda Drakkar, captain of the Ghostfin. You’re mine now, part of the crew. How about you come with me to the captain’s quarters? We’ll get you settled in proper.”