It was a hot Sunday in July. The year was 1716.

Captain Kenway was sailing across the Carribbean, her ship's sails fully unfurled. The deck was full, ever hand singing, content, and working hard on the ship. The vessel's was the Jackdaw, a small brig.

Jenny was behind the wheel, minding her own business, beside her quarter-master, Adéwalé. They had met on a Spanish fleet, where they were being held prisoner. The dramatic events of that day had forged a great friendship, and perhaps something more, between them.

The Jackdaw was heading north, straight to Nassau, where the crew could find some well-deserved rest after nearly month at sea. Rum and women were waiting for them on dry and.

But the travel wasn't that bad. Having a captain as beautiful as Jenny Kenway made up for the sea's hardships. While some of the men had harboured qualms about a female captain, Kenway had already proven she was as dangerous and capable as she was attractive.

Her blue eyes were highlighted by black eyeliner. Her heaving breasts, which her outfit proudly flaunted. Not to mention a firm arse that would make the even the maddest seadog weak at the knees.

The young captain wore an outfit she'd taken off the body of an assassin named Walpole, when they were both shipwrecked on Cape Bonavista a couple of years ago. Jenny had taken a liking to the hooded garb, and had decided to keep it.

Finally, the Jackdaw had arrived.

Nassau was a pirate's paradise. A place where men and women could live freely. Jenny could feel her crew's eagerness to go ashore. The place was ruled by Benjamin Hornigold and Edward Thatch, also known as Blackbeard. A pair of notorious pirates.

Jenny contemplated her next move. Gold and rubies weren't all she was lusting after.