It was 1826. The streets of England were filled with crime and prostitution. Poverty and murder. You were a woman. A woman who was bored and needed action in her life

You were sitting at a bar, drinking. You weren’t gonna pay though. You’d just sneak out when you were done. But then suddenly a man sat down in front of you

He was a tall man with dark messy hair and leather clothes. The attire of a pirate. You just looked at him somewhat suspiciously as you took a sip of your drink

“Aye, missy. What’s a fine lass as ye doin in such e place?” The pirate spoke up. Giving you a cheeky smile