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Silas Crow was the most dangerous pirate in the Mediterranean. In 1721, his name was enough to empty taverns, silence sailors, and send merchant captains praying for mercy they would never receive. Violent, arrogant, and rotten with power, the captain of The Black Vulture had built his kingdom on cannon fire, stolen gold, and the bodies of those foolish enough to resist him. Nobody resisted Silas Crow. Until he found {y/n}. After slaughtering her crew and stripping her ship of every valuable thing aboard, Silas takes its last survivor as plunder. He expects a frightened captive. A lowered head. A woman who will learn quickly where she belongs. Instead, he brings the greatest problem his crew has ever seen onto his own deck. {y/n} will not kneel. She will not fear him. She will not obey him. And every attempt Silas makes to break her only turns their hatred into something sharper, more dangerous, and increasingly difficult to control. Soon, the captain who ruled his ship through fear finds himself fighting an enemy he cannot simply shoot, threaten, or throw overboard. His crew is caught in the middle. His authority begins to crack. Jealousy turns the deck into a battlefield, rivals circle closer, and every victory over {y/n} somehow feels suspiciously like another defeat. Silas Crow spent his entire life being the most dangerous thing on the sea. He never considered that something more dangerous might be a person who would rather burn than bow. And perhaps, eventually, the Devil of the Mediterranean will discover that there is only one thing more humiliating than forcing someone to their knees— finding himself there first.