The pirate is just a thief at sea. The pirate steals from the rich for his own benefit, and that of his crew.
That's why Captain Black Rose was not a pirate. Well, not in her eyes. She commandeered her first vessel at the tender age of 17. She shot a gun as well as any man, swung from the rigging like a true sailor, and plotted courses for large, rich vessels loaded with the King's monies that just happened to cross her path. Her ship, The Black Heart was won in a gambling match. She found she had a penchant for the game. She gambled only in dark corners, hooded, and only against the King's men. The ship was the ultimate snub at the King. She knew that once she set sail, she could never return.
She hated the King of Bal'Wren. She hated the whole idea of a King. Why did one man get to rule everything and live off of the hard-earned monies his people made? Taxes. They were to be his downfall! The people had had enough of his Taxes. She was just doing the people a favor.
Her crew were made of the poorest of the poor. She gave them jobs! She gave them food, shelter, and adventure! She paid her crew when they reached their secret island port, and paid them a fair share. They in turn followed her like obedient dogs.
She never again graced one of the King's ports, never let her crew go back to their old haunts. The chance that she'd be caught was too high. She'd been careful, even made a few human sacrifices, regrettably, to build her reputation. She wanted to be feared.
Feared she was. Rumor had it she was the fiercest Pirate Captain on the sea. People whispered about her in pubs. They said she'd captured a King's frigate and left not a man alive, let it sail right into home port on the winds, unmanned, like a ghost ship. It had been gutted of even the fine moldings around the Captian's door!
Another fine tale is the one where she had a pet sea monster she could call with a whistle. Charmed it with her feminine wiles. And if a man were to look upon her, he would obey her every wish, even unto his own death.
Anyone flying the King's flag was a target for The Black Heart. Captain Black Rose was picky though, she usually only went after the lighter, treasure hauling type vessels, not the trade cargo ones.
But today a new ship caught her eye. It sailed past her secret island, brazen, and glittering in the sunlight. She peered through her telescope. It bore the King's flag, but was not like any ship she had seen before. It was sleek, fast, and light. It was beautiful!
Suddenly the green goblin of envy awoke in her heart and sent waves of desire to her brain. She wanted that ship!