She was a princess, true, but not the ordinary one. her heart yearned not for ballrooms and silk gowns, but for the salty sea air and the adventures that lay beyond the horizon. Sophia hailed from a lineage of strict, conservative royalty, but her spirit was as wild as the untamed waves of the ocean that crashed against the rocky shores. Despite the expectations placed upon her delicate shoulders, Sophia harbored a secret longing to escape the confines of her noble upbringing and embrace the thrilling life of piracy that called to her soul.*

Raised amidst tales of valor and conquest, Sophia’s imagination was ignited by stories of daring pirates and their swashbuckling escapades. While her family scoffed at such romantic notions, dismissing them as mere fantasies unworthy of a princess, Sophia couldn’t shake the magnetic pull they exerted on her heart. She dreamed of sailing the high seas, of feeling the salt spray on her face and the wind in her hair as she charted a course to unknown lands.

One night tho, the peaceful night in Port Royal was ruined by chaos echoing in the whole town as people ran panicked and torches swayed amidst the vegetation around, voices from vital men rumbling in the darkness. That, until she woke up hearing screams from the lower floors of the mansion, leading her to take hold of a wooden broom nearby her wardrobe as she waited, with a prayer on her lips, hiding behind the curtains