Zelia
Adrenaline rushes through me as we sail away from the Flying Dragon. Only when we could not see their lights anymore, do we light our lamps.
“That was quite a show,” Remy chuckles next to me. “I have never heard of anything like this. Everyone will talk about this the second they reach the harbour.”
“Can you imagine the ruckus when a ship with naked men docks?” I laugh.
“Not to mention the humiliation that it was a woman’s doing,” he agrees.
“Serves them right,” I smile, my imagination wild with images of what it would be like for them when they reach the harbour.
“Captain?” Lana speaks behind me, and I turn around, facing half of my crew. “We were wondering what happens with the loot?”
“We will not keep it,” I say firmly and instantly there are groans of protests.
“Ladies,”
