Pirate Princess: Mated To The Merman CEO
Lanterns are swaying in the calm winds, lighting up something resembling New Tortuga, and parrots are croaking out into the night.
Palm trees are dancing, and the houses are tiny—some have roofs made of leaves, meaning the islanders are practical.
I wonder if their food is good?
I inhale deeply, smiling when I can smell the ale. It's a pirate town, alright—I can already imagine the burly men partying and celebrating on the street, talking about how they survived their latest raid.
My mouth waters, and I'm forced to lick my lips repeatedly as my hunger grows—if they are pirates, then they must have meat!