A Siren at the Helm

When Amina is accidentally kidnapped by Captain Esteban's crew, she is found not to be exactly who she says. She is thrown into the deep waters of her past; one that she swore to leave behind. Old foes filled with loathing hatred lie in wait for a moment to strike. And when an unforeseen event occurs beneath the waves the past and future are forced to collide.

It does not help that she cannot stop thinking about the Cuban pirate that, for some reason, continually crosses her path.

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Esteban noticed that her hair was charcoal black instead of red, and had been tied into a bun. A few strands had escaped and were now hanging loosely in her face. He noticed that her eyes were inhumanely blue instead of brown. He noticed that her dress had been dirtied and torn when his men had kidnapped her. And above all, he noticed that she was not Isabella Oakes.

"I believe, captain, that you are very much mistaken," she said with a smile that threatened to turn into a full laugh.
"You're not Isabella."
"So you noticed? Your crew didn't seem to."

Esteban was dumbstruck. His surprise was evident, he had not seen the girl since his men brought her aboard. How the hell had his crew managed this? "So who are you then?" He asked bashfully.
"Amina, but you may call me miss O'Brien," she looked up at him with a smirk.