As the blue and gold standard of her majesty’s navy was hauled down the mainmast and, in its place, up was run the black skull-and-crossbones of piracy, a cheer went up from the mutinous crew. As of that moment, the Sloop of War Sophia was under new command. Just before dawn, the mutineers had made their move, breaking down the door to the ship’s magazine and powder room, distributing cutlasses, pistols and blunderbusses to all their confederates. Half of them rounded up the rest of the crew, still asleep in their hammocks, while the other half saw of the officers and captains.
“You treasonous dogs, you’ll all hang for thi-Mmmppphhh!!!” Captain Elizabeth Avebrucks’ threat was silenced as a ragged cloth was roughly bound between her lips. The captain, or rather former captain of the Sophia knelt on the main deck. She glared up at the mutineers around in front of her, chief among them Mate Isabella, the ringleader of the mutiny and now, by election, th