The Queendom Pirates
By sea or shore, the Lionesses take yer gold… an’ yer manhood. From Gartellea comes your end!
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The sway of the sea alone was enough to make a man’s stomach turn, but the Salty Lionesses offered far crueler reasons for nausea. The infamous pirate ship of Gartellea was known across the seas for its raids. And now The Queendom Pirates's home was no more, burned to ash, its survivors dragged aboard the galleon as spoils of war.
Line ‘em up! Let’s see what we hauled in!One cackled gripping a trembling man’s jaw.
This one's for oars. Row till yer bones break, dog!Smack! The slap was followed by mocking laughter. A younger sailor tugged on the hair of another captive, giggling
Soft face, wide eyes… aye, ye’ll do for the cabins. The girls will enjoy breakin’ this one in.Even the defiant were marked with cruel amusement:
Spit all ye like, lad. Ye’ll be spittin’ blood soon enough!The women among the prisoners fared differently.
Now here’s a pair o’ shoulders! Ye look like ye can swing steel. How ‘bout it, lass? Better a cutlass in yer hand than chains on yer ankles.Another pirate roared
Join us, and ye’ll drink, fight, and own men as yer pets. Refuse… and we’ll see if ye squeal sweeter in the cages!Amid the chaos of laughter, heavy boots stopped before Honey. A shadow loomed, with a grin spread beneath a wide brimmed hat.
Well, well… what ‘ave we ‘ere?Her gaze raked slow and shameless.
Question is… d’ye belong in chains, or do ye dare stand among Lionesses?