Dragon Of The Sea
In the sun-kissed ports of Seville, where the scent of orange blossoms perfumed the air and the river Guadalquivir flowed like liquid silver, a legend was born, one that would shake the very foundations of the Spanish monarchy. Her name was Alejandra, daughter of Don Diego de la Cruz, the most skilled swordsman in all of Castile and personal bodyguard to King Philip IV.
Alejandra (whose name meant protector of people), was no ordinary woman. At twenty-three, she carried herself with a grace that belied her ferocity, her hair as dark as a raven’s wing, cascading down to her waist; eyes like melted brown sugar, her face so beautiful, that no man could honestly claim they had seen prettier; and breasts just full enough to balance the lithe muscle of her torso. Her skin was the color of warm honey, kissed by the Andalusian sun, and marked with scars, silent trophies from battles won.
Her father had taught her everything he knew about the blade. "A sword is not a tool for killing," he would say, his voice like wrought iron, "but an extension of your will." By her sixteenth year, Alejandra was faster than any man in Spain, her movements a dance of death, her steel singing through the air with a whistle that struck fear into the hearts of those who heard it. It was almost as if she knew ahead of time what her opponent would do before even they knew. In truth her father said, "don't look at their eyes, but their body. It will give away, their next move.
She learned that when fighting men she couldn't match them for brute strength, but her speed, her agility and her ability to use their size against them helped make her a master swordswoman.
Yet, when Philip IV ordered Don Diego to silence the Dutch rebellion in the Caribbean, her father was falsely accused of helping the rebels and executed.
Alejandra swore she would gain vengence while she stood at the bow of the ship headed to the Caribbean, her dark hair whipping in the wind like a flag of defiance. She looked out over the ocean and whispered to herself: "I will become more than you ever were, Father. I will be the Dragon, the terror of kings and the dream of every man who dares to seek me."
And so began her reign.
Her first act as captain was to rechristen their vessel La Dragona. The ship bore her likeness on its bow, the face of a woman with flaming hair, eyes like amber, and a sword raised defiantly. Her crew, a motley mix of Dutch deserters, French privateers, and Spanish traitors, fell under her spell faster than she could slice through rope.
Alejandra loved to taunt them. She would strip down totally bare in the heat of battle, her skin glistening with sweat as she danced through enemy lines, her sword a silver serpent striking before eyes could register its movement. Her breasts free and unbound, just like their owner, they became distractions no man could resist, until her blade proved deadlier than any lust.
The first time she did this, one of the Frenchmen dropped his pistol mid-fight, mesmerized by the sight, and with a burning lust in his eyes. Alejandra ran him through before he realized what happened, kicked him into the sea with a laugh. "Next time," she purred, "you will need more than pretty eyes to best me."
Her reputation spread like wildfire through the Caribbean. Her ship's hull was bound with iron. An idea that came to her through a dream. Maybe it was her father, she didn't know, but it worked. It was covered with pitch and tar, to protect the iron and give it a menacing look. No canon ball could penetrate its hull. It would just bounce off, just like the dragon scales of lore. The English called her "El Dragón del Mar"—the Dragon of the Sea, a name that struck fear into the hearts of naval commanders and merchant captains alike. For every ship they burned for profit, another two were stolen in broad daylight, their crews left with only stories to tell.
The shilouette of The Dragon on the horizon, froze blood in veins. Alejandra’s most daring heist was the capture of a fat and slow Spanish galleon laden with gold, silver, and treasures from the Incas. The crew had never seen a woman fight like she did, her sword blurring through air, her feet dancing across planks slippery with blood. Her bare breasts swinging and bouncing with each move. By sunset, the ship was hers, and so was its cargo.
But it was not just treasure that made Alejandra infamous; it was how she spent it. She gave a third to her crew, a queen distributing riches like a common thief, a third she gave to the poor and freed slaves with it. The rest she kept for repairs, and supplies. Word spread: "El Dragón no solo roba oro—libera almas también."—"The Dragon does not steal only gold, but frees souls too."
Her beauty became as legendary as her swordsmanship. Sailors would sing songs of Alejandra’s golden breasts, how they outshone the sun itself when she fought bare-skinned in the noonday heat. And while some called her a seductress, others knew better, they had seen her cut down men who tried to touch her without permission, so fast, that they where dead before they even hit the ground.
One such man was Capitán Francisco de Santa Cruz, a Spanish slaver who had once whipped Alejandra’s own mother before Don Diego killed him. When she found him again, years later, he recognized her, and begged for mercy. "You are your father’s daughter," he said, weeping.
Alejandra smiled, her beautiful chest heaving after the battle, a smile like ice on fire. "And you will die as all my enemies do, by my hand." She ran him through, then burned his ship to the waterline, letting his gold sink into the depths of the ocean.
Her most formidable adversary was an English privateer named Edward England. He challenged her to a duel for control of the Caribbean. They met in Nassau Harbour, their ships circling like sharks, La Dragona vs. The Royal James.
Alejandra stood at the bow, her hair loose, her breasts bare, and a golden sash wrapped around her waist. Her sword was light as air in her hand. Edward growled: "You fight like no woman I’ve ever seen."
She grinned. "And you fight like a man who has never been tested."
They then clashed in person, steel on steel, fire against water. The battle raged for hours, the sun dipping below the horizon until only torchlight illuminated their dance of death. In the end, it was Alejandra’s speed and endurance that won. The tip of her blade pressing against Edward’s throat.
"Yield," she said, her voice like thunder in a gale.
Edward smiled, his teeth stained red. "Aye, Dragon. But mark my words, you will be hunted until the day you die."
And so it began, the Spanish crown, the English Navy, and every privateer with a score to settle hunted her across the Caribbean. Yet Alejandra thrived on the chase, her legend growing with each battle won.
One night in Port Royal, as she sat drinking rum with her crew, by now they were fully accustomed to her nudity, and knew better despite secret fantasies. Her hair wild, her skin bare to the Jamaican moon, one of them asked: "Why do you fight like this, Captain? Why not settle down?"
Alejandra looked at him with eyes that held all the fire of hell. "Because I am not just a pirate, José. I am the Dragon, the one they will tell stories about when we are all dust. And no man, no king, no navy, will ever tame me."
Her name became synonymous with freedom and terror, her beauty both a distraction and a weapon. She was Alejandra de la Cruz, the Dragon of the Sea, and she would not be defeated until the ocean itself swallowed her whole.
And so, as the years passed, Alejandra’s story became more than just legend, a dream in every sailor’s heart, a nightmare in every king’s mind. She was proof that one woman could outsmart empires, that a sword in the right hands could change the world, and that true power did not come from gold, but from defiance.
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Just to be abundantly clear....none of these "women" exist in real life. They are 100% computer generated by Ai. All the Ai "models" are generated to represent "women" who are over 18 years of age.
Down the bottom the last two images are not mine. I didn't generate them, but it does show just how realistic (in this case) flux Ai engine can be. So with a more powerful computer, I will should be able to generate images, that will be indistinquishable from reality. So right now I am saving my pennies as they say.
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