Red's Fate

What do we have here?

A bright moon shone across the infinite ocean, highlighting the tall empty masts of the proud old sloop.... as she was anchored many miles from the last port of call. A mere handful of crew members scrambled over the deck. Keeping a weather eye out for the Royle Navy or pirate hunters, throughout the night.
The clang of chains rose from deep within ships dark brig, the mischievous Red the pirate. Sat in silence looking at the old shackles which held her bound in her cell. The sounds of muffled wooden creaks broke the silence and the soft flickering light, of a lantern appeared beneath the door of the hold. Keys jiggled and the door flew open, light flooded into the hold and Red squinted. At the outline of the Captain as he stood proudly in the door way.

" So what do we ave here ", his voice was calm as he stepped into the hold, and instantly stumbled, " Ahem !, he cleared his throat as he regained his composure. Red smiled to her self and tried not to laugh, she had heard many stories of this legendary Captain, not all of them she truly believed.
" So, care to explain yer self?", he asked as he hung the lantern next to her cell, and looked her up and down. She was a fine looking lass, long red hair and womanly curves that could drive anyone insane, after all its well known that pirates cant resist a red head.
" I'll ask you again Miss. Why are you aboard my ship ?", the Captain asked leaning against the bars of her cell.

Red looked at him from under her hat with a mischievous grin. " I ain't telling ya shit!", spitting on the Captains boot. " Its rather warm down here, dont you think ? ", her eyes never leaving his face as she started to undo a couple of buttons, letting her heavy rack breathe. From the constrictive clothing, the chains of the shackles rattling as she fanned her chest.
The Captain's upper lip twitched as he looked at the silvery line glistening over the toe of his boot, " Now, now. There's no need for that ",he replied as he looked back at her, his eyes instantly drawn to her chest, " Aye.... Aye it is.. a little... warm down here ", he stammered. " And if you wish to get out quickly, I suggest you spill as to why you are here ?".
" Yer boots need a bit of a clean !", she replied as she spits over his other boot and glares at him, " You ain't gonna break me, no matter what ya have in store ", her response was just as fiery as he hair.
" My boots are not your concern Miss. What ya should be more concerned about is: we are miles away from any port, and you are aboard my ship, with no hope of rescue ", he unlocked and opened the cell and looked her in her eyes, " Last chance lov,
why are you on my ship ?", his tone was much firmer this time.