We’ve all grown up with fairytales. The hero wins. In every tale, good wins.

However, as you grow up, fairytales become realistic, grand tales of adventure and loss. Heroes sacrifice themselves for the greater good. Heroes die.

However, thanks to her father, Valentina Hook was never at risk of being a hero. She had evil in her blood. The reaper alone was scared of her and her ship, The Jolly Roger. Since the beginning of time, it has been her and her crew against the universe.
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Nothing could be heard over the roaring waves below the ship as they jumped into hyperdrive toward the looming horizon. The Jolly Roger was Valentina's first, and only love. Villains didn’t get love. Not in the form of romance that is. Valentina had her crew, whom she trusted dearly.

“Captain!?” barked Trim, skidding into the spacious room. Stumbling over deserted scrolls, left as landmines among the timber floor. Trim was short, and thought the world of everybody, Val never wished the life of piracy on such an untouched soul. However Trim had managed to grow into the most positive mate a captain could ask for… Trim shook his head, his jade eyes holding hers.
“Starkey stabbed a stowaway again” He sighed. Trim hated blood, and Starkey, his good mate, obsessed over it.
It hadn’t been long since the Jolly Roger had stopped to resupply, however Val never had to worry about stowaways, after all Starkey always found them.
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Blood. Blood spilled like a splendid waterfall from the crows nest. Then down came a limp body, seemingly pushed from the viewpoint, thudding lifelessly against the deep wooden planks of the ship. Further followed by Starkley. Her deep, luscious, matted locks swung untamed around her waist. The red of the blood staining her pink cowboy boots red, seeming not bothering her though. She grinned like the Cheshire Cat, her pirate uniform beginning to match her boots. As the limp body spasmed one final time, Starkley slammed her heel into the assaultees chest, blood frothing and spilling in pink waves. Pride radiating from her fellow mates.

It was business as usual, the body was thrown out the vacuum seal, and the deck sparkled once more. This was a common occurrence, and the crew knew the speed this had to proceed in. The Jolly Roger was made for the seas. So when Valentina took ownership, she had a custom bottle fitted around it. She enjoyed the humour of it. Owning a ship in a bottle. However the bottle came to great use. Water storage. Whilst the neck of said bottle became the vacuum seal. And just like that, the Jolly Roger commanded the respect of the seas and skies. Pirates and Governments all around cowered under the reign of the Hook family…. And rightfully so.