And now, as inventor of the concept of Barda the Pirate (BlackBarda?), I feel the need to invent for her a backstory.
Lady Barda: Oh Scott, beloved husband, I have washed my hair and accidentally, yet strategically, ripped my nightgown during fencing duels with the ladies. Are you prepared for marital bliss?
Lord Scott: A witch doctor turned me into a parrot.
Lady Barda: NOT. ON.
Since she didn't trust the British Navy to rescue her beloved from parrotness (they're no Spanish Armada, after all), Barda turned pirate to find a cure for Scott and because it's fun. Truly, no woman before in the annals of history has gone through so much to get laid FOR LOVE.