Embarrassingly, no.

"Fuck me..." Jenny groaned, the pirate hunter's formula getting the better of her.

"What was that, Captain Kenway?" The Siren asked. Kenway doubted she had truly misheard. She just wanted the pirate to say it again, to debase and shame herself once more.

"Please, just fuck me!" Jenny repeated, writhing in her bonds, offering her body to Seabrooke.

"Now that's no way for a captain to conduct herself, Kenway." Sylvia laughed. "Of course... you're not looking so very captainly at the moment. You remind me more of a slut. A harlot who'd let any sunburnt sailor inside her for a handful of copper."

Jenny's breathing grew just a touch heavier. The thought of a cock, any cock inside her now... She needed it like she needed water. Still, Seabrooke's fingers or tongue, they would more than suffice.

"Yes! Yes I would!" The Welsh girl admitted. A wry smile formed on Seabrooke's lips, a predatory glint in her eyes.

"I must admit, Jennifer. You're a truly attractive woman." She reached out, stroking a hand down her quarry's collarbone, towards a tit. Sylvia's very touch felt rapturous.

"Please, please, I need you!" Jenny keened. Sylvia responded by cupping and kissing one of the pirate's breasts. "Oh! Oh God!" Kenway yelped.

"I really shouldn't." Seabrooke told herself between kisses. "It's dangerous, improper..."

If the Siren truly believed that, it didn't stop her hands snaking around Jenny's hips to grope her arse, or prevent her lips from trailing back up Kenway's form, seeking out her mouth...

"But... Havana's so very far away. And we have time to kill..."