Defeat Black Anna!

There's **** in Black Anna's voice as she turns to face her increasingly bold prisoners, raising her arms for silence as some of the bolder merchant sailors begin to protest their rough treatment at her hands. You catch the eye of the noble lady who's just snuck a peek at Anna's bottom and tip her a wink. She looks away, smiling and blushing demurely.

"Remember ye place, ye salt-licking wretches! I still be master of this vessel. Ye fates lie in me hands, and ye gold lies in me pockets, and it be none of ye business what I happen to wear beneath me breeches! For a pirate be nothing if not free!"

Her crew snarl, brandishing their swords and pistols, raising their voices in a triumphant pirate war-cry. The prisoners look at their feet, abashed, not daring to complain. Black Anna smirks in triumph, standing before the crowd with her hair blowing wild in the sea wind and her eyes flashing fear into the hearts of anyone who dares stand before her. Her cutlass may be gone, her belt may have come unsprung, but she still commands the respect of the mob. She's still a pirate queen.

For just a moment.

Until you step forward, not even bothering to freeze time, and yank her breeches down around her ankles.

The crew of the merchantman watch in astonishment as the breeches descend, seemingly in slow motion, baring an expanse of luscious copper-coloured thigh. A dozen pairs of eyes trace her long, strong legs all the way up to her full, round hips, the curve of her potent buttocks, the surprisingly neat triangle of delicate dark curls between her legs. And the soft, inviting folds of her womanhood, her lovely pirate pussy on display to the whole world and the wide blue sea.

Her mouth is a perfect O of surprise, and the fire is gone from her eyes as she stands before the whole astonished crew with her pants down.