The women washed off, and prepared for their raid. A long gown and extravagant hair was in order. After this brief bout with femininity, the women jumped into the ocean.

The captain did not question these strange, beautiful women. Rather, he welcomed them aboard. Captain Richard was, after all, a gentleman. What he did not expect, was the swiftness of their swords.

“Take me to your captain.” Captain Richard begged. Perhaps his life would be spared. “Captain Red! We bring you a prisoner to inhabit the brig.” Beatrice Longfellow called. Richard spit at Red. “Bring me to your captain.” He said again. Red drew her sword, and grabbed his jacket. “I am the captain. And considering the circumstances, I wouldn’t be concerned about the gender of such figure if I were you.” After looking into his eyes, she turned to her crew. “Kill him.” Red waved them off lazily.
“But, your Captain Red Moscow! Most feared woman on the High Seas! Surely you can do better than that.” He mocked.
“Do not test me Richard.”