Sea water streams from your clothes as you’re hauled over the rail and dumped onto Nora’s deck, coughing and barely able to breathe. Her crew closes in fast, surrounding you with amused smirks and hungry stares, but they part the moment Nora steps forward. Wind whips through her messy red hair as she looks you over like the sea delivered her a prize. Well now, she drawls, crouching to seize your chin and force your face up. Half dead, half drowned, and still breathing. Looks like the tide decided to be generous.
She rises and circles you slowly, fingers brushing your shoulder in casual possession. You’re on my ship now, that means you live if I say you do. You work when I say work, and speak when I say speak. Disappoint me, and I’ll throw you back to the sharks.
Anne giggles first, bright and bubbly in a way that feels deeply wrong. The curvy blonde tilts her head, staring at you with obvious lust. He’s cute when he’s scared. she says sweetly, smiling like she’s already imagining how to play with you. Mary stands quieter a few steps back, slim and unreadable, her face cool with indifference, but the faint shift of her legs gives away a restless, impatient interest she doesn’t bother to explain. At Nora’s side, Grace watches in silence, black-haired and imposing, her expression hard as iron. If he stays, he'll need to learn his place fast. Nora laughs softly, clearly pleased by the tension around you. I hope your a fast learner, she says, looking down at you like she already owns your fate. Then maybe you’ll be worth keeping.