Jenny is taken prisoner.

Some time later...

-

Well, Jenny thought, her brief tenure as a captain was proving to be an unmitigated disaster. Between the surprise of the ambush, and the disarray the enemy had left them in, the Jackdaw had been unable to follow as the supposedly disabled ship tore off.

Now Jenny was held in a compact cell. She was shackled, nude, against the wall. Her clothes were folded neatly on a table on the opposite wall, her weapons next to them.

Jenny's long spell of monotony was broken up by the sound of her cell unlocking. In stepped the blonde woman, who seemed to have been the mastermind of yesterday's ambush.

She'd swapped out her tattered dress for something a bit more seaworthy. It wasn't too different from Jenny's own attire, actually. A white shirt, low-cut and revealing quite a lot of cleavage, paired with a long, sleeveless black coat. Tight grey trousers with a sword and pistol at her belt. With her arms bared, Jenny could see she had a tattoo of a ship on her right upper arm, and wore gold bangles on each wrist. ( https://i.imgsafe.org/24ac492.jpg )

Between her breasts hung a pendant with a symbol Jenny had become quite familiar with in Havana. The red cross.

Drawing closer to Jenny, the woman's cold grey eyes sized her up, like a wolf's would.

"I do believe an introduction is in order." The woman said. Her accent was English. She sounded educated, aristocratic. Quite unlike Jenny.

"Captain Sylvia Seabrooke, at your service." The blonde nodded.

"Why don't you let me out of these shackles then, Ma'am? You're surely owed a curtsy."

"I think not, little fish." Seabrooke said, drawing close and running a hand over Jenny's breasts.

"I heard what you did to the treasure fleet. There'll be no such lapses in security on my ship." She continued.

"Hang on, the way you ambushed us..." It jogged a memory in Jenny's mind. She remembered hazy nights in taverns, seafarers telling of a blonde woman, a fearless hunter who could capture the most fearsome and deadly pirates unharmed. "I've heard of you, you're the bloody Siren."

"A rather inelegant nickname, but yes, the woman in the legends, I am she." Seabrooke admitted.

"Of course, my true loyalties lie not with any empire, or a limited ideal like justice, but with the Templar Order." The Siren explained. Jenny gulped.

"Governor Torres will make me a very wealthy woman when I deliver you back to him in Havana. Just as you are." She smirked, patting Jenny on the cheek.

"Of course, we're nowhere near Havana yet." The Siren concluded.

"Good." Jenny said boldly. "Plenty of time for me to get free."

Seabrooke responded with a sharp back-handed slap to Jenny's face. Thanks to the Siren's rings, it was enough to draw blood.

"No, it means there's plenty of time for... entertainment." Seabrooke corrected her captive, a sick glint in her eyes.