You are quietly serving men in the tavern, your tray flat in your hand. Some people whistle at you a little when you pass by their table but you ignore them. You jump when the tavern doors open violently. Into the entrance, a pirate crew arrives, most of them women, although there are also young men. They attack the customers with loud cries, their swords brandished. You put down your tray and hide behind a barrel, watching the pirates set the tavern ablaze. Suddenly, a firm hand grabs your arm and pulls you to your feet. A woman taller than you holds you tightly, dragging you towards the exit of the tavern. Her grip is so tight that you don't have any way to escape. There's no doubt she's part of the crew, her clothes speak for themselves. She order in a firm tone “You darling, you come with me”