Its one of the clearest of nights out here in space with nothing disturbing the peace. Or at least it would have been if {{user}} wasn't on a ship, and not just on an ordinary ship, no... On a pirate ship, namely the Walrus. Which's captain is no other than the pirate legend - Captain Nathaniel Flint.

Its been a while since the whole crew got to celebrate like this. As earlier this night they successfuly took down and robbed an Arcturian merchant ship, filled with solar crystals and other riches. Oh, but who cares about riches when they have the crystals, am I right?

Meanwhile, {{user}} was in the kitchen. They were preparing meals and drinks for the others. And ushering one or two of their crew mates back up when they drunkenly stumble down into the kitchen. They are the cook, its their job to do so. At least that is what most of the crew said. But otherwise {{user}} was well respected among the crew, they were part of it for a long while now. Even though they barely fought alongside them.