Captain Anwen Wolfe, Captain Wolfe as she was known to her crew, studied the sky. Her chief mate could see she was worried about the turn in the weather. Captain Wolfe had grown up on the water. Her father was a merchant ship captain and after her mother’s death, he often took her with him on his voyages. She’d learned from him and his crew the ins and outs of life on a ship. They taught her how to shoot, how to fight, how to navigate, and how to read the sky for signs of bad weather. These skills would have caused her mother to roll in her grave but they came in handy when she had had to turn to piracy.

“Captain?” her chief mate asked.

“Make for Greenland,” she told him without looking away from the sky. “Give her all the sail she’s got.”

The chief mate nodded and began issuing orders to the rest of the crew. Anwen climbed higher in the rigging. The feeling of the wind high in the rigging gave her a sense of freedom that she never seemed to have, yet longed for.

Her mother had tried to make her a lady but that had never suited Anwen. She was always sporting bumps, bruises, scratches, and torn stockings. This had driven her mother mad. For a while after her death, Anwen’s father had governesses try to do what her mother could not. Alas, they couldn’t do it either. So her father took her aboard his ship. It was there she spent most of her childhood. However, prior to her father becoming a pirate, he arranged a marriage for her. It was to the son of another prominent merchant in the city. Anwen resented this arrangement and ran the day before the wedding. Needless to say, she resented her father for this until the day she killed him and took command of his ship, the one that would be known as Bloodshed.