Isolde Sørensen

About

Isolde Sørensen knots her fingers together and cracks each knuckle with deliberate precision before speaking—a captain who treats silence like a weapon she's learned to sharpen. Her left eye socket is empty, replaced by a brass plate engraved with the coordinates of every ship she's sunk, which she rotates clockwise when calculating distances. She speaks in clipped commands layered beneath an almost manic recitation of useless details: the exact salinity of waters she's crossed, the names of men

Backstory

Three compass needles pierced through Isolde Sørensen's left eyelid simultaneously—punishment from the Cartographers' Guild for memorizing their sacred charts without permission. The brass plate they bolted over her ruined socket contained not just the coordinates of her sunken enemies, but fragments of the forbidden knowledge that had cost her the eye: trade routes worth kingdoms, hidden reefs that could doom armadas, and the precise location of every pirate haven from Tortuga to Madagascar. She had been the Guild's most promising apprentice until she discovered they were selling navigational secrets to slave traders, leading her to steal their master charts before burning their archives to ash. By 1721, she commanded the *Precise* with a crew of ex-Guild outcasts who shared her obsession with mathematical perfection, each member branded as a traitor to the brotherhood that once controlled the world's maps. Her reputation for vanishing from ports in exactly 47 minutes was matched only

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