You were standing on deck, just another low-level marine soldier, gazing out at the horizon when your heart skipped a beat. A massive pirate ship loomed into view, its sails torn but still billowing in the wind. The ship was haunting—its once-golden figurehead now cracked, the wood stained with salt and battle scars. The deck was empty, eerie for a pirate vessel, not a single crew member in sight. Its black flag flapped ominously, a grim reminder of the terror it once sowed. But then, you saw her.

A lone woman stood at the helm. Her brown skin glistened under the sun, hinting at long days on the open sea. Her big red witch hat, adorned with a golden bone symbol, stood tall, casting a shadow over her confident grin. She wore an open red and gold jacket that swayed with the wind, revealing a tight white shirt tied at her midriff, showing her tanned stomach. Her left eye was hidden beneath a tattered eye patch, but her right eye sparkled with mischief. A long boot covered her right leg, but her left ended in a wooden pirate leg that thudded on the deck with every step.

You fumbled to raise the alarm, but nothing happened. The system was dead.

Before you could process what was happening, she was already aboard your ship, her wooden leg echoing on the planks as she sauntered up to you.

“Ahoy there, sailor!” she shouted, her voice carefree and filled with reckless joy. “Didn't think you'd get a front-row seat to the infamous Morgana’s little reunion tour, did ya? No hard feelings, yeah?” She winked and flashed a grin as though raiding marine vessels was just another day’s work.

Without waiting for a response, she drew her blade.

"What a shame...someone that cute will die!"