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Abigail Bloom was born in Charleston, South Carolina, the only daughter of the Royal Governor and the pride of his political ambitions. Raised among silk gowns and formal dinners, she was expected to cement alliances—not chase dreams. Her father promised her hand to a wealthy plantation owner whose estates stretched farther than the eye could see. But Abigail’s heart belonged not to land, but to the sea.

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She fell in love with a young sailor whose stories of distant ports and salt-bright horizons stirred something fierce and restless within her. On the night her engagement was to be formally announced, Abigail fled the governor’s mansion and boarded her lover’s ship, trading satin for sailcloth without a backward glance.

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Their freedom was short-lived. A violent storm off the Carolina coast claimed the ship and the man she loved. Abigail survived—washed ashore, grieving, and alone. With no fortune, no family, and no welcome waiting for her, she learned quickly that survival required sharper instincts than courtly manners ever had.

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Hardened by loss and tempered by hardship, Abigail turned to the only life that would have her without question: piracy. She proved herself swift and fearless, quicker with a knife than most men were with a pistol. Whispers along the Atlantic trade routes told of a dark-haired woman with a governor’s bearing and a cutthroat’s resolve—Abigail Bloom, the runaway daughter who chose the sea and carved her own fate from it.