Emly searched through her closet, trying to find the perfect outfit.

Finally she found something form-fitting, yet fashionable. It was a corsair’s fit and when worn gave her the appearance of a tough, adventurous spirit. The eyepatch that covered a perfectly undamaged eye completed the look.

Retrieving a cutlass, she tied it to her waist and left the room.

“Arr~! Where be me crew?”