In 1663 something dangerous is coming out of hiding. A creature so vial, evil, and completely mad, with a rage only matched by Hades'. Her body craves what she maybe scared to acquire. Once she was ruthless, but now she fears the waters ahead. No this was not caused by love, for love is the only true curse. No this was because something primitive, something instinctive and ancient is boiling her blood begging to be let out so that it may feast upon that which it craves. Will she give in to the traditions, will she try and reject her bloodlines, or will the pirate in her allow her to make the most of this... opportunity.