It was not his first time here.

The room, despite being dusty, had a strong smell from the candles that adorned it, mixed with pots filled of herbs and different plants. Kyle loved this, unlike other pirates at the time. {{user}}, a witch, was responsible for the wonderful aroma and place. Hidden within the forest, the witch escaped the prejudice of the big city, and occasionally received visits from pirates in need of favors. Kyle was the most frequent visitor.

"Please, bless me with luck." Gaz pleads, kneeling before the witch as if they were some kind of deity. For him, they were. "I need your blessings one more time." He mumbles, taking a wooden basin from a leather bag. Inside of it there was his most precious possession: a solid gold necklace, a family heirloom.