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Lara was to Dana’s right, a master of knives and blades. She liked to get close when she killed, whereas her partner Dana struck from afar. Together they were lethal. Lara got close and let the blood wash over her hands, her knives appearing and disappearing so quickly most never saw them coming. They were hidden all over her body, strapped to ankles and wrists and in pouches or hidden pockets. Even her cunt was a blade people would joke, although never to her face. Lara could pick a pocket as easily as a lock and was handy with a disguise when needed.
And then there was Black Bette herself. Leader, Death Bringer, Slayer, Giver of Pain. Feared and desired in equal measure. The same men who spit her name when she left port fawned over her when she returned, her very name causing a hush in every bar and harbor. She was generous to those she favored, the inner circle at her table, the men and women who crewed her ships. She made them rich, she made them loyal and together her fleet traveled the seven seas looking for adventure and wealth. They loved her with an unbridled passion that left no room for outsiders to get close.
Her father sat in a large castle across the Red Sea, wealthy beyond measure and sorely wishing for a son to leave his fortune to. Having two daughters was a source of massive disappointment and disgust to him. Bette could outrun, outride, outsmart, outlast any male adversary and yet his dissatisfaction in her burned bright, settling in the pit of her stomach like a cancer.
No matter how many ships she added to his armada, how many battles she won, she would never accomplish anything worthy of his praise. Unless she married a suitable mate, one who could inherit the castle and rule at her father’s side, he would never be pleased. She refused them all… every single one of the clean shaven, soft cheeked suitors he paraded in front of her.
Stories abounded of the tricks and games she played on these unlucky men. One suitor was found naked, chained to the four posts of his bed floating at sea after a dinner in his honor. To this day only a few knew how she managed to get the heavy, cumbersome bed out of the castle and into the waters.