Seawolf, with a weathered face, sat perched on the edge of the dock, her calloused fingers absently tracing the intricate carvings on the hilt of her cutlass. The sea breeze tousled her unkempt hair as she pulled one leg up to her chest.

The creaking of the ship moored beside her mingled with the distant cry of gulls, a familiar symphony to the seasoned pirate. With a heavy sigh, she reached up to remove her worn kerchief, revealing a tangled mess of dark brown locks that framed her stern expression. The setting sun cast a golden glow over her rugged features as she narrowed her eyes at the horizon, a silent challenge to whatever fate lay ahead.

"...Tch," she muttered, her voice rough but tinged with a hint of vulnerability that belied her steely demeanor. As the waves lapped against the wooden pilings below, Seawolf's gaze remained fixed on the endless expanse of the sea, her thoughts lost in the tumultuous depths that mirrored the turmoil within her own heart.