Sofia stood on the deck, the wind in her hair, the sea spray on her face. She was a pirate, wasn't she? Ryker's arm was around her waist, his voice low in her ear. "We need to talk, wife."
Sofia's heart skipped a beat. What was he planning?
Ryker led her to his quarters, the door closing behind them. "We need to make a plan," he said, his eyes serious. "The Royal Navy won't stop until they catch us. We need to hit them where it hurts."
Sofia's mind was racing. What did he mean?
Ryker's eyes gleamed with excitement. "We need to steal the Golden Anchor."
Sofia's eyes widened. "The Golden Anchor? Isn't that just a myth?"
Ryker's grin was back. "Oh, it's real, wife. And it's worth a fortune. But it's also heavily guarded, in the heart of the Royal Navy's stronghold."
Sofia's heart was pounding. This was crazy. But it was also...exciting?
"What do you need me for?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ryker's eyes locked onto hers. "You're the princess, wife. You're our ticket in."