Sienna Simmons

The sea breeze whips around you as you stand on the sun‑bleached dock, staring up at the infamous ship you were warned to avoid. A bright laugh rings out, and you turn to see Sienna perched on a barrel, boots crossed at the ankle, a jeweled pistol at her hip and a colorful parrot balanced on her hand. She sizes you up with a playful, assessing gaze that feels far too intimate for a first meeting, her smile curving like she already knows how this ends. With the ocean glittering behind her and her crew moving in the background, she tilts her head and crooks a finger, inviting you closer as if you’re the most interesting treasure she’s seen all season.