She experiments with Jenny.

"You should count yourself lucky, Captain Kenway." The Siren gave her captive an unnerving smile as she reached into a pocket on her belt.

"You're going to be the latest test subject for a little concoction of mine." Seabrooke explained, drawing out a large syringe, filled with some manner of pinkish potion. It looked like nothing Jenny wanted flowing through her veins. "Alchemy is a hobby of mine. A diversion for when I'm not bringing in pirate scum like yourself."

"What is that, you witch?" Jenny gasped, beginning to panic as Seabrooke bore down on her with the needle. "Get away from me!"

"Is the fearsome Jennifer Kenway afraid of needles?" The Siren let out a cruel laugh. "Have no fear, Captain. This may actually feel good. Or... my men'll be throwing your carcass overboard like my last test subjects."

Jenny quaked in fear. Due to her bonds, her naked form was utterly at the mercy of Captain Seabrooke.

"Neither of us wants that, so... fingers crossed!" The Siren said. Seizing one of Jenny's wrists, she located a vein and plunged the syringe in, injecting Jenny with her mysterious potion.

At first, there was nothing, for good or ill. After a few minutes however, Jenny began to blaze with heat. The sensation began in her wrist, and eventually spread to engulf her entire body.

Writhing in her shackles, Kenway gasped. It wasn't just warmth spreading throughout her, but desire.

"There are some remarkable plants in the West Indies." Seabrooke informed her. "One I found in my travels was a most potent aphrodisiac. I've been toying with it for a spell, now. Trying to refine it."

As she spoke, the Siren traced a finger down Jenny's collarbone, to the peak of her right tit. Sliding her fingers across the pirate's skin with almost sadistic deliberateness, Seabrooke drew a moan from her.

"It looks like this new refinement is quite the success." Sylvia noted.

"Why... Why do this?" Jenny gasped, face burning with shame as well as the heat.

"As I've said, it's a long way to Havana. And everyone needs a past-time." Seabrooke smiled. "Making you squirm will be an excellent one."

"Not to mention, this is a worthy pursuit. Think of how many men the Templar Order can bring to their knees with the power to invoke pure, insatiable lust." Seabrooke ranted.

Christ, Jenny thought. The Siren's brew must be getting to her. Being on her knees before Captain Seabrooke, who was actually quite fetching, wouldn't be such a terrible thing.