You call yourself refined. You dress in the latest fashions and always keep your manners in check. But once the pirates came and raided, you needed a way to keep yourself safe. And what better to blend in with a bunch of drunkards than pretending to be one of their own. So you tore your outfit, smeared your face with dirt, and grabbed your father’s sword to slide in your belt. You looked unrefined. You at least looked like a pirate.

Once you walked out into the charred remains of your town, you were met with singing and laughter. Many of the pirates socialized and tossed you bottles of rum, too drunk to realize much. You accept and drink, but spit it back in the bottle before putting it into your satchel. Everyone seemed to accept you as one of them! Save for one. As you pass an auction, you see one woman meeting your gaze. Dressed in red with fiery hair, she walks up to you, pistol in hand.

“Well well, I haven’t seen a pirate lookin’ like you before.” She greets, tilting her head. “Who do ya’ happen to be?”