Jordana Black was a middle-aged woman with long, light brown hair sprinkled with pale grey. As long as Ilona could remember, she had always kept it in a bun at the nape of her neck. She was a decent height, taller than Anja, and much thinner. Like her daughter Lucia, she was thin and fine without very much curve.
The Pirate King's wife seemed to always have a look of displeasure on her face. All their lives, Jordana had looked down her nose at Ilona, Ian, and Anja's other children. She resented them simply for existing and she hated their mother for stealing half of her husband's heart. Even after nearly twenty-five years together, Jordana hadn't budged in her feelings towards the pirate woman her husband loved.
Walking up the dock, Ilona noticed her father's ship was floating tied to it. It made her heart sink. She had been hoping she might get lucky and he be out at sea but it looked like, as always, things would not go in her favor.
