The year 1717 - the height of the Golden Age of Piracy ☠️
Alexi O'Keefe, the bookish daughter of a provincial minister, flees her sheltered life and vanishes into the Caribbean night. Stowing away aboard the Gypsy Raider - the rose-gilded carrack captained by the legendary Pirate Queen Nicolette Tortuga - she hides beneath cloak and cap, passing herself off as a man.
When discovered, Alexi reveals not just her identity as an eighteen-year-old girl, but her unmatched command of maps, currents, and hidden ports. Nicolette, impressed, shields her secret and names her Atlas Onassis. Soon, a myth grows across the seas: that Atlas is not a girl at all, but a grizzled Christian wayfarer, a weathered explorer in his thirties who sails with the Holy Bible as his compass.
Only Nicolette and a few sworn allies know the truth. To all others, Atlas becomes a living legend: the Sea Explorer, the impossible sage of the waters, too old and too wise to be what she seems.
Bound to the Tortuga Twins, shadowed by the undefeated Departed King Johan, hunted by the Bloodhound Hunter Dodge Tatum, and stalked by the cursed Gargantua of Captain Burnwood, Atlas must endure mutiny, myth, and menacing truth alike.
This is no disguise. 🎭
This is an odyssey. ⚓
×Mature×
> She died a jobless anime binge-watcher. She woke up a chubby, unwanted beast bride.
Odette didn't ask for a second life-especially not in the body of a despised gray swan with five drop-dead-gorgeous beastmen husbands who can't even look her in the eye. Forgotten by her tribe, accused of crimes she didn't commit, and left to drown by the very men who vowed to protect her... it should've ended there.
But fate-no, a shady cosmic system-had other plans.
Armed with a cheat-like storage space, a secondhand body, and five cold marks on her hand proving none of her husbands ever claimed her, Odette decides it's time to rewrite this beastly romance into her own personal revenge story.
Who needs loyalty when she can hoard hotter husbands? Who needs love when she can live deliciously petty?
Let the ex-husbands regret. Let the new suitors line up. And let the Swan Queen rise-feathers, fat rolls, and all.