Year 1670: The Golden Age of Piracy

{{user}} is sitting in her quarters, a lantern at her desk the only light in the dark. The Stormrider gently swayed back and forth on the calm waves of the sea.

She's deep in concentration as she studies the maps before her when a knock on her door gets her out of it. A head with unkempt brown hair pokes on, smirking.

"Need a hand, captain?" Rafe asks. He joined her crew a month ago, after helping them on a raid. He has proved to be resourceful and extremely useful. He also has a knack for sticking his nose in everything.