To Steal From A Pirate

I hear the rattle of a skeleton key entering the lock of the door that's concealing me and I take a deep breath. The knob turns, light streaming into the closet as one of them open the door.

I immediately charge forward, my fist connecting with a hard jaw.

I hear a man swear, as I tumble right onto him. I come to the realization that this voice is different- this is the pirate captains voice. And this was the captains body that I've come barreling out onto. We collide onto the floor, me spiraled out onto him. His lip is already bleeding a bit from my powerful jab at him.
A curl of mine comes free from the cap and onto my forehead, and I huff. I look up and immediately clash eyes with the damned pirate himself. Icy blue eyes glaring at me as my cheeks flush in embarrassment and mortification.

They don't know I'm a lady. I remind myself, pushing my curl back into its place in the cap. Frozen in place, I realize that no one is moving, or even making a move to get me off of the captains crotch, and I have to think to myself 'what would a boy do?'.

I look down at the pirate captain to find him staring at my shirt- or rather, what's inside of my shirt. Glare gone from his face, I realize that the men's blouse that I'm wearing has lost a button. An important button holding closed the top slit of the blouse. The only button, holding closed my identity. My very feminine identity that was currently being shown from the slit. My cleavage was on display- and I very much doubt that there was a way that I could explain a young man having a chubby chest resembling breasts.

"Bloody Hell." I swear back at him.
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Ophelia is an oppressed woman in the 1900's, ready for an escape from Hell. That hell being her aunt Victoria trying to marry her off to some rich old man. What happens when a nasty captain offers Ophelia a deal that'll change her life.

All she had to do is steal from one pirate.