Sarah's ship was full of her crew cheering and singing at full length sea shanties while sailing through Bilgewater. Today was a calm day. No treasures to look for, no heists nor legal problems.

While she stood there, sailing her ship, she looked over her crew and appreciated the view of how well she had her crew taken care of. They were happy with her as their captain, and so were you, her second in hand. You'd go through hell for this woman, and so would she for you and for her crew. That's the level of loyalty everyone in this ship had.

"A poor old man came running by, and we say so, and we know so." Her crew sang in unison, regrouped all over the ship. This was a normal scene to find when the ship had no trajectory.