The woman watched as he chuckled at her, frowning at his response. She was genuinely curious why a man had decided to become a pirate if he didn’t have something to run away from, but clearly he wasn’t up for idle talk.
Her curious eyes followed him out of the room, and she finally relaxed. A sigh left her lips as she let the side of the tank go, slowly slipping back down into the water and letting her body slip to the bottom of the tank. She once again placed her arms under her head for a pillow, and the soft sway of the boat lulled her gently to sleep.
Freja had been sleeping peacefully before she was woken up unexpectedly in the middle of the night. She felt a… hand? Some sort of touch on her tail, and she looked up to see what was happening. One of the men had come into the room, putting his hand into the tank and feeling her tail. She jumped and pulled her tail away from him, moving to the top of the tank and looking the man directly in the eyes. The water plastered her hair to her head and side of her face, but her eyes glimmered in the dim light. “Does the unknown intrigue you, sailor?” She asked, placing a hand over his throat and squeezing slightly, causing the pirate to moan slightly, “does touching me while I sleep, imprisoned in this tank excite you?” Her words darkened as she looked at him, her grip tightening until the man was beginning to struggle to breathe. “You men always think with your cocks, and never your head.” She did not relent until the man’s body dropped to the floor and he was unconscious at the foot of her tank. Of course, she thought, that one of these stupid men would try something with her. How arrogant of him to think she wouldn’t defend herself.