Piracy of hearts

The salty smell of the ocean air rose on board the large merchant ship, loaded to it's full to the top of it's cargo holds with valuable coal and gold, on it's way home to the British ports of England, the sails tall and unfurled as they caught the wind, propelling this ship, the Sea Rose, across the Atlantic. Weighing almost a thousand pounds it was originally a Dutch ship, now owned by one of the largest tycoons of the cargo world, and father to perhaps the most valuable cargo on the ship, Lady Thorne.

The lass stood along the railing of the magnificent and well built ship, the cannons all tucked safely away as the crew feared no pirates, surely none would come to attack them, although, like many sailors before them they had underestimated the skill of those thunderous sea crooks. Thorne herself was scared, although with her hair braided neatly and her dress perhaps even more elegant than when she had to appear in the proper public on land, one could not tell that this girl held a knife, nor was scared down to her bones. Then it all went wrong, as a cannon shot rang out and the iron ball slammed into the mast. Pirates.