The Old Captain Macaster chuckled as he unbuttoned his pants and hummed as he walked down to the cellar.

"I have something for you, miss, I hope you can handle it."

His smile didn't last long, as soon as he entered the dark basement, he saw that there was nothing there except for a dress on the floor. He then walked over and picked up the clothing from the ground. But before he could utter a word, a rope quickly wrapped around his neck and lifted him off the ground.

The young girl was on the ceiling, holding a rope made from the remnants of her dress.

"Alright me'luvver? long time no see ye!"

"Argh, argh..." - Of course, a hanged man couldn't answer her, but she didn't mind at all.

The low sounds of laughter, with a soft voice and emerald eyes that shimmered between flashes of light.

"Do ye have something for me, Captain?" - The girl whispered, releasing the rope and dropping the captain to the ground.

"Argh, Ji, Ju..."

"Ah heard ye have a liking for redheads, Captain," the girl whispered, leaning in close to Macaster's ear.

Gasping for air, he was pale and unable to speak.

"Say mah name, come on," she said excitedly, pulling out a knife from under her attire, attire that had previously been hidden beneath her white dress.

"Julie, you whore, Julie Rogers," Captain Macaster said, one second before letting out a scream of excruciating pain.

Macaster's men, outside on the deck, oblivious to everything, were drinking and laughing.

"Hahaha, that's our captain!"

"He sure knows how to have a good time!"

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"Save some for me, captain, hahaha!"

The men laughed.

Their laughter didn't last long, as the door to the cellar soon opened, revealing the captain covering his private parts with his hands, silencing the crew. Right behind him, a beautiful young woman with a confident smile and long red hair walked out. She wore a white blouse with a snug leather waistcoat, carried two guns and some knives, and her pants clung tightly to her slender, elongated body.

Everyone was in shock.

"Don't mind me, Amh just a very welcome visitor, aren't ah, Captain?" the woman said, flashing a seductive smile addressing the white and trembling captain who struggled to walk.

The presence of the young woman shocked the crew, diverting their attention from the five giant vessels emerging from the fog. Each of these ships carried hundreds of men, Julie's men and they were ready to disembark and massacre the small pirate fleet.

"Captain Julie, you are indeed... agh... welcome..." Macaster struggled to speak, blood trickling down his foot.

In an instant, the expression on Julie's face changed. Her cold and serious expression made one question if she was the same noblewoman who had stepped aboard just a few hours ago in an elegant white dress and scared face.

Macaster, weakened, fell to his knees, revealing his wounded private parts. A rat had bitten him and lay lifeless, blood flowing.

"want me to assist ye, Captain? Shall ah handle the rat? " -she offered, casually tossing the captain's tipped penis to the ground.

"No, no!"

Julie's action was a gesture of kindness to prevent captain Macaster from bleeding to death. The rat had been keeping him alive. by stopping the castration bleeding.

At this moment, the crew looked upon Julie Rogers with trembling fear. Their once drunk and happy faces now displayed cold seriousness.

"Macaster's crew, inhabitants of the ship Bistoch Revenge. Ah condemn ye for the crimes of debt and slavery. However, as is custom among pirates, yawl be the ones to judge your own captain based on his actions."

After Julie's proclamation, tension hung heavily in the air. Her men boarded the ship to seize the slaves and valuable goods.

Julie was about to return to her own vessel when one of her men intercepted her.

"Captain, this man claims there is something inside the captain's quarters. Come and see!"

Ascending the stairs, Julie entered the captain's room. Lifted from beneath a grand carpet, a secret entrance was revealed.

Requesting a lamp to be brought, Julie illuminated the secret entrance and stepped into the small, dark room. The unbearable stench and the sound of dripping water tortured her senses. Each footstep of her boots echoed through the cramped space until she stumbled upon something on the dimly lit floor.

Her gaze followed the chain she had encountered, leading her to the darkest corner of the room. There was a man chained to the floor and ceiling, his arms and legs bound tightly, barely moving.

The captain eagerly raised her flashlight to his face.

Despite his wonds and malnutrition condition, the man possessed a robust physique. Red eyes hid beneath a cascade of long, dark hair, distinguishing him from the ordinary. There were no calloused hands that indicated manual labor, no old scars of battle. His pallid complexion spoke of long seclusion from sunlight.

"An intriguing specimen, perhaps of noble lineage," whispered Julie to herself.

"Captain, what shall we do with him?" inquired one of her men.

Julie pondered the possibility of executing him, yet curiosity gnawed at her. If he truly hailed from nobility, what worth did he hold in this place? Could he possess valuable information?

Furthermore, could he be a personal slave for the captain's amusement? After all, the man was undeniably more alluring than the average individual.

"Bring him aboard my vessel," Julie ordered.

Unaware of it, in that moment, Julie Rogers condemned her crew to their fate.