The unforgiving sea began to toss Genevieve directly from her recently occupied bed. Pressing her palms to the cold wood, she rose upwards before finding a tear in her new nightgown. Frustrated with the slew of misfortunes that accompanied her on this night, she grunted before making her way to the top of the deck.
"I command to speak to your captain!" Genevieve ordered as she brought her focus to a set of nonchalant sailors who then stood at attention at her presence. Having spent the past two months at sea with unapologetic corsairs, Genevieve began to feel the warm familiarity in having been treated as a lady.
"At once, lady Genevieve." They spoke in mumbled unison before bringing her to the lavish Captain's quarters. The thick oak doors marked by gold embellishments had reminded he
