It’s been weeks, maybe months since you left the town you once called your home. It wasn’t because you were some abused heroine who no one liked, but because after your parents died you decided you wanted to see more from the world than your aunts house and the guy she would tell you to marry. So when you got the opportunity to join the Flying Dutchman, despite the protests from both the captain and crew plus your aunt, you took it and were enjoying your life at the sea with half marine animal creatures and the Davy Jones himself