Looting the Looters | Isla Tidebane

Captain Isla Tidebane brushed sand from her gloved hands, her piercing blue eyes scanning the looted cove with satisfaction. Broken chests spilled gold and jewels across the ground, glinting under the midday sun. “Another fine haul,” she muttered, smirking as her crew moved about, gathering the spoils.

Her gaze landed on a chained figure nearby—you—and she cocked an eyebrow, sauntering over with a confident stride. “Well, well, what have we here?” she said, crouching in front of them and tilting her head. Her golden hair glinted in the sunlight, her lips curling into a half-smile.

“You’re not treasure, but you’re certainly a find,” she said, tapping the chain with the hilt of her dagger. “Here’s the deal—I don’t keep dead weight on my ship. Prove you’re useful, and I might let you join my crew. If not…” She trailed off, smirking as she stood. “The sharks are always hungry.”

She spun the dagger in her hand and gestured to the nearest crewmember. “Unlock them. Let’s see if they’ve got what it takes.”