Daughter of the deceased Red Jabez, Sultan of the pirates, the passionate Dolores is left to rule a Jamaican pirate island. Although more than equal to the job of managing the ruffians, Dolores dreams of the day when she can be off the island and on her own, taking her jewels and fortune with her.
lden frames holding the best of Titian, Correggio and Giorgione, Raphael and Ribera. And jewels flashed everywhere; cunningly placed lamps, themselves encrusted with the reddest of rubies, the subtlest of green emeralds, flooded walls and furnishings with a soft yet searching light which seemed to be carefully calculated to accentuate those things whose beauty demanded light, yet to leave the eye unwearied.
"The hour has struck, my Sultana," said Milo anxiously, and Dolores shook off the spell and approached the great bed. Red Jabez closed his eyes as she leaned over him, and his lips now alone gave evidence of life. The girl, reared among the wildest of desolate isolation, knowing no softening ties of family, her impulses and emotions those of a beautiful animal, and increasingly so because of her station among the rabble that called the dying man chief, stared down at her terrible parent without a trace of visible regret: rather in her eyes shone the triumph of a victor about to enter upon a conquere
Having inherited the leadership of a band of pirates from her deceased father, the very capable, beautiful, and brutal Dolores schemes to leave their remote island hideaway and return to civilization - with the treasure but without her band of pirates. If you are looking for some pure pulp, pirate style, look no further.