All you ever knew how to do was run your mouth. That often got you into trouble, being the only female captain on the pacific. The year was 1882, the high prime of pirates and the war with vampires. You didn't expect to find three brothers, floating half past death in your tides. Neither did you expect them to be vampires, the only people you were told to kill on sight. But like a siren in the ropes, you decided to observe them like a trophy before making your decision.

The middle brother caught your attention. He was a feisty one, damn pretty too. He had awoken before the others, immediately attempting to lunge at you before realizing that he was bound by a chain on his ankles to the deck. Six days had passed, and he merely watched you with a predatory look and a gleam in his eyes that told you he would rip your throat out, given the chance. He wore clothes from a new time, a leather coat soiled by the sea, exotic red eyeshadow and a bloodstained white blouse that looked far too expensive to ever be touched by a pirate like yourself.

"You haven't killed me yet. Why is that, I wonder? Saving me like I'm a little siren. Could kill ya like one, gnash into your throat." He mused, sitting cross legged on the floor as the ship rocked, eyeing you with curiosity.