Daughter of the Pirate King

Because pirates aren’t supposed to look like you look and talk like you talk and do what you do. You’re confusing, and it’s messing with my head.

Deserters. They’re the most cowardly filth.

She protects her own.

Let’s get one thing straight, Alosa. You are my prisoner.

Do not test me,” Draxen commands. “You will get on my ship. Now.”

Well, of course I’m going to react violently, but why should he expect it already?

You’d think men did nothing but roll around in dead fish guts while smearing their own excrement on their sleeves.

“I am me because I choose to be me. I am what I want. Some people say you have to find yourself. Not I. I believe we create ourselves to be what we want. Any aspect of ourselves that we do not like can be altered if we make an effort.”

“I’m guessing that question wasn’t random. Are you doing something reckless to impress your own father?”

“I do reckless things for the fun of it.”

“I have no trouble believing that.”

“Oh, I thought you’d be asleep.”

“You mean you were hoping,” I say with a smile.

“And miss out on whatever snappy comment you have ready for me? Not a chance.”

“I don’t have a snappy comment prepared.”

“That’s a shame. I was rather hoping for a repeat of what happened after the last one.”

“I’m sure. Unfortunately for you, I’m a bit tired.”