Mithandra's entire family showed up on a large, threatening warship with 3 masts.

“Hey everyone, I brought some friends,” she managed to get out, before being squeezed into a family hug then passed around for a few more.

All of the women in the family were beautiful, and Kynos briefly wondered what it would be like to be squeezed into those bosoms. He had never been hugged, after all, as his mother had been trying to keep her distance before giving him a name.

The father and elder brother kept giving Kynos and Axal hard looks, especially Axal, but the women of the family fawned over them as if telling the men off. Everyone boarded the ship as the supplies were replenished.

Mithandra's father was a rugged man with jet black straight hair, a square jaw, and a powerful looking visage. Her mother had lavender curls and a petite face, with a bodyline that would make someone 20 years her junior grow weak at the knees with envy. The family had certainly been blessed with good looks, and the genes didn't lie.

The older sister had tight black curls and a handsome jawline, the second sister had lavender straight hair and huge breasts, and it looked like Mithandra had inherited the petite face with softly curled dark-purple ringlets. The son, the oldest of the children, had developed into the type of man with a face that women across the land would fantasize about, having inherited the handsomeness and raven hair of his father, but the delicate features of his mother.

“Wow Mith, everyone in your family is good looking,” Kynos let slip in awe.

The men narrowed their eyes again, but the delighted gushes of the women kept them silent. It looked like the females being in control was also hereditary.

Axal quietly went to stand over by the two men, abandoning Kynos, who was still surrounded by the circle of women. A short clap on the back let him know that he was immediately accepted into the brotherhood, and they gave him a set of baggy sailor's clothes for the journey.

Kynos ended up getting a strangely frilly shirt and tight pants for instead. Axal wouldn't trade him, of course.

No one was heavily seasick, although Kynos had trouble sleeping the first night. On the fifth day of sailing, as he was staring out into the ocean, he caught sight of a small black object. He focused on it and it grew larger; suddenly, it was looking a lot more like a ship. Mithandra came looking for him right then for their daily tutoring session, which, to his chagrin, never stopped.

“Mith, whose ship is that?” Kynos pointed.

Mithandra cupped her hands over squinted eyes to check the flag. It was pure black, with a white symbol in the middle. She cursed quietly before turning around to yell. “PIRATES, ALL HANDS TO ARMS!”