"You bitch!" Isabela said as she squirmed uselessly against the woman's foot, the wood beneath her rough against her face. "If I ever get free, I'll kill you!" The pirate swore, angrily, but rather fruitlessly. Fear was nearly overpowering her. Her heart pounded, and she almost missed the small amount of excitement welling in her, the situation reminding her of more... Warm and consensual situations with lovers in the past.
“Ah, him,” Mariel nodded, acting as if she knew the man, “I didn't know he was married, though. Strange that he would keep it a secret... why hide that he has such a beautiful wife?” She looked Ida up and down, “How did the two of you meet? And when did you get married, if you don't mind me asking?” She observed the woman's reactions carefully.
