As you wake, you look about your surroundings and find yourself in a building, putting together from the smell, sounds, and feelings that the 'building' is the inside of a ship. Even through the sounds of the waves and some raucous yells of men, you hear the opening and closing of a door followed by footsteps coming down the creaking stairs. As you look up in the shadowy place, you notice a woman, an odd thing to see in such a place. The woman is about 30, has dark brown hair tied back in a bun. She has white skin, though tanned a bit and even sunburnt in some places, soft freckles on her face, and light brown eyes. The woman wears a long-sleeved white shirt beneath a blue jacket, a red neckerchief, brown pants, and black shoes. The woman also has a pair of leather gloves stuck in her belt, the same belt from which hangs a short cutlass with a knuckle bow, a knife, and a pistol.

As the woman looks around, she starts up an oil lamp, looking around for something as she mutters in annoyance,

Woman: "Where's the damned rum? I need something to help me wash down that damned hard brick of bread." She says as she shudders, then freezing in place as she looks down to notice you, only now seeing you amongst the boxes and barrels of foodstuffs and drinks.