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The sails lowered as Captain Charlotte Rose's voice boomed across the deck. They were closing in on the port now. A sign came into view reading, 'Welcome to Hideaway Island.' Charlotte groaned as images of girls tied up in ropes giving themselves up flashed before her eyes. She hated having to return to her old home, but a little birdie told her The Sexy Cauldron was back in business, so she and her crew were here to shut it down. For good this time.

The ship sailed smoothly into port fitting perfectly, towering next to the smaller, merchant ships. Charlotte waved to her crew as the boat came to a stop. The endless, star streaked sky lit up the ground as Charlotte's crew yanked their swords from their belts and snuck across the soft, lush grass that was squishy under their heavy boots. As they got nearer to The Sexy Cauldron, Charlotte could see inside the massive windows. They'd never had curtains. There was a warm and welcoming glow, but Charlotte could also see the horror going on inside. Young girls, some even sixteen years old on their knees forced to strip themselves bare and obey every command of that night's client. Thinking back to her own time here, Charlotte could still feel the chains around her neck. Still hear the cat calls. Still taste the drugs she'd once needed to get through the night.

"Ye all know what to do?" Charlotte whisper asked her crew, stopping right at the door. Charlotte was nervous, but she had trained hard to appear fearless to her crew.

"Aye!" her crew crowed in unison. She blushed slightly as she felt a kiss on her cheek and a hand slip into hers. Elizabeth. She raised her sword with her left hand and let loose a battle cry. The raid had begun!

Charlotte and her crew rammed the door down willful strength. They knocked over the tables and rammed into those hanging near the door. The bar was packed tight with customers tonight; Elizabeth headed straight over. Women were strewn around the room like last week's dirty laundry. It was a gruesome sight.

Everyone in The Sexy Cauldron had come to a stop except a couple in the far corner. Charlotte headed right for them. A half dressed woman was lying flat on the table while a naked man stood powerfully above her. "She's so young," Charlotte thought. "Just like I was." The girl was dying. Her face was turning purple from being choked by the chain around her neck that the man was holding onto.

"Help... me..." the woman choked out. So Charlotte did just that. She kicked the chubby naked man in the gut, sending him flying.

"Ye be ok now," Charlotte said to the girl. "Just hold still." Like the master swordswoman she was, Charlotte used her smallest dagger to twist at the lock until it broke open. The girl rubbed her neck and gulped down air. Her eyes were hollow and bulging.

"Thank you," she croaked out."

"Go, dear," Charlotte said. "Go wait outside. Some of my girls be waiting for ye." The woman stumbled out the door, dragging her torn clothes behind her. Charlotte turned to the man now. He had a round, tubby belly and a twisted handlebar mustache. An evil grin of recognition was growing on his face. He was the owner of The Sexy Cauldron. At lightning speed she swung her sword breaking the chain she was now holding in two pieces, sending them flying across the floor. Everyone stopped fighting and turned to Charlotte. "I always knew ye were no good. Me ex boss." She snarled the last words before leaping out of the way of a dagger swirling past her head. Just missing her hair, it landed in the wall behind her with a loud thunk.

"You were one of the best, Scarlet," he said. "I don't understand why you left. Not enough men wanting to fuck a little whore like you?"

Charlotte ran at her old boss, slid between his legs and leaped to her feet stabbing him in the back with her cutlass. "Guess ye'll have to see if the devil has any pretty girls to satisfy yer dirty needs ye son of a bastard." She yanked out her sword with a grunt and he fell to the ground. As the crowd gaped she turned to watch as all the men in the room looked suddenly nervous. She felt the corners of her mouth turn up in a smile. She was winning.

The women cheered and the pirates began to help them remove their chains. But Charlotte wasn't done with her old boss yet. "By the way," she said, turning to face him. "I'm not Scarlet... but ye are!" She crowed. She tore his remaining clothes off of him. Then, with one last slice, she chopped off his penis and stuffed it in her pocket. "Damn I hate men." But he was dead. "Enough flogging for now. Let's head out, girls. Bring the bilge-suckers with ye." Charlotte watched as her crew lined up the men and dragged them out by their ears, all the way up to the clipper and prepared to set sail.

"Alright," Charlotte announced to the crowd in front of her. "If ye be a woman ye can join our hearty crew of lesbian buccaneers, or ye can be free on this island. We won't be taking you lot anywhere else. If ye be a man well... yer gonna be walking the plank and meeting with Davy Jones' Locker! So, which of you lovely lasses wants to come?"

"I will." The young woman Charlotte rescued earlier stepped forward. "I'm Mary and I'd like to have a better life than where I've been." Charlotte reached out cautiously to shake Mary's pale hand. Mary, whose teeth were audibly chattering from the cold took it.

"Happy to have yeh." Charlotte looked Mary up and down. She was very small, with an innocent face. Her eyes were gleaming with hope for adventure. "My name is Charlotte Rose, but you will call me Captain. First mate Elizabeth here," she gestured to a woman with a purple pixie cut, "will help you get settled in. We'll get ye some nice, warm clothes as well. Ye will start yer training tomorrow with Beck."

With that, Elizabeth stepped forward and with a friendly wave led the already chatting Mary down below.

"I'm really excited to be a pirate! This is going to be awesome!" she announced.

"Yes, yes, it will be. Oh be careful, Mary, We don't want you to bounce so high you konk your head and make it rain blood on the clean deck." Elizabeth replied, already laughing.

"This is why I love you," Charlotte thought.

"Oops! I'm just so excited!"

Captain Charlotte shook her head and laughed. It was always nice to have new lasses join her merry gang.

She looked up to the lookout's nest. Shrub, the shortest woman in the crew was up there as always, spyglass to eye, watching for anything and everything.

"Ahoy there, Shrub," Charlotte called out. "How much further till we're in shark territory?"

"Not much further, Cap'n," Shrub hollered back. "I see a large group of sharks due north. Should be the perfect spot. Looks like they be feeding."

"That's perfect. Bring us around matey."

"Aye aye Cap'n!" Charlotte turned around to get a good look at the men on board. They were tied to the main mast of the ship with some old, crumbling rope that was still strong enough to bind the twenty or so men. Some were shaking, knees clattering and hearts thumping so loud Charlotte could hear them over the smash and crash of the ocean waves. Others faces were twisted in scowls, swearing at any crew members that walked past.

"Typical men," Charlotte said to herself. "They ain't good for nothing except shark bait." She glared at them with fire in her eyes and went to the helm to turn the ship about. It was time.

"Untie them!" Charlotte ordered two of her crew members. One of the men, too excited at the small taste of freedom, took this opportunity to run as hard as he could to the edge of the boat. Elizabeth, who had returned on deck for the show inconspicuously stuck her foot out causing the man to fly high into the bright blue sky and into the water below. Charlotte heard the screams start before his blond hair was out of sight. She leaned over, peeking into the water. It was crystal blue on the surface, but nowhere near as clear. She knew that below this beautiful surface was a dangerous abyss, dark, murky and deadly. Tall shark fins pierced the water's surface and Charlotte averted her gaze as the sharks approached.

"Say yer prayers now," she said to the men. "Maybe ye'll get lucky and someone up there will here ye." She looked to the sky and back at the men. They were nervous now. All of them. Mumbling quietly to themselves or hugging each other tightly. Charlotte Rose drew her sword and lead the first man away from the pack and onto the board for his execution.

Hey! What do you guys think so far? 

Do you like Charlotte or hate her? 

What about the owner of  The Sexy Cauldron?

Chapter 1.5 will be out this week and chapter 2 next Friday so be on the lookout! Remember to vote and comment if you're enjoying!