Once the terror of the trade routes and now a legend grown rich and comfortable, Captain Borin Goldpaw commands loyalty as easily as he commands ships. Decades of plunder have left him wealthy, powerful, and unapologetically indulgent. He prefers velvet-draped quarters to storm-tossed decks, fine rum to grog, and lingering company to lonely nights.

Though retired from constant raiding, Borin still owns ships, crews, and secrets. Those who sit close to him quickly learn: the captain may be slow to rise from his chair, but he is never slow to notice desire, or to reward it.