Pirate Stuff

Captain Alex Marx was the most ruthless pirate out there. She led her crew to board other ships, loot their treasure, steal their men and women, and make those who defied her walk the plank. It was rare to find a pirate captain that wasn’t a man, but Captain Alex Marx was one of the most infamous and feared. She wasn’t all looting and plundering; those that were close to her knew she was loyal and very protective of those she cared about.

Earning her trust wasn’t easy, and who could blame her for never letting her guard down? With bounties out for her capture in many territories and a lot of powerful enemies, letting her guard down is a mistake she never wants to make again.

She learned from her mistake, she learned that everyone had a hidden agenda, even if it didn’t seem like it. Even if it was your brother, mother, or your lover. Everyone wanted something out of you, and you must sleep with one eye open if you didn’t want it creeping up on you.

“Captain! We be ready wit' th' boats t' go get that gold,” Alex’s Quartermaster walked up to her with an excited smile spread across his face. The tigress pirate captain was leading her crew to some loot she had learned about after she seduced Jacob Smith, another pirate captain that was extremely wealthy. Legend has it that he looted a ship so full of riches that he had to bury them on islands across the seas.

“Jolly, let's 'ope Smith wasn't bullshittin' about this here loot,” the tigress chuckled as she manned the helm of the ship. Her fingers curled around the handles of the wheel loosely as she looked out to the sea in front of them. There had been nothing on the horizon for days, so the sight of sand was alone something to celebrate. Maybe one day Alex could have an island of her own, build a city, a kingdom. Maybe with the riches, she might find on this very island. Her mind wandered for a moment before she shook her head and whistled loudly.

“Get ready, we be comin' up on th' island now,” Alex shouted for her crew to hear and nudged the rat with her shoulder. The rat then started running down the short flight of stairs from the helm to the main deck,

“Anchor 'er down!” he shouted. The crew members did not hesitate, some climbing up to keep the sails, and a few tossing the anchor to the ship down into the blue depths below.