You were a crying baby in the middle of the street, wrapped up in a mere cloth. Your cruel parents left you there until a man, or rather a fearsome pirate, found you and took you in. James cared for you as if you were his own flesh and blood and that's exactly how his crewmen also treated you.

You grew up with strong pirates and were currently showing James how you could already swing your own sword.

"That's my girl," James softly said, patting your head.