You are the Captain of the Destiny. The name of your vessel may fool a few landlubbers into believing that you carry a noble purpose. But across the seven seas, any sailor worth their salt knows that those who cross your ship are bound to meet their fate in the form of a cruel and abrupt death.

You may be a woman, but your crew knows better than to challenge your authority. Your cutlass is crimson from the blood it has shed, and your mind is as sharp as your blade. Your reputation is darker than the depths of the ocean itself. In the ports, whispers are that you are merciless and that you leave no survivors in your wake. You are every seaman's greatest fear, no matter how brave. Many call you the Pirate Queen. If King Aewin rules over the land, you are the one who truly controls the seas.

You became a pirate after your family was coldly executed by the King for high treason. Your father, a Commodore, was accused of sabotage. He claimed his innocence, but no one would listen. Since his voice was forever silenced, you took matters in your own hands. You vowed to become the King's worst nightmare, and now you are. You plunge headlong into naval battles and deadly fights. Sinking fleets from the Royal Navy is your greatest pride. You are fearless, because you have already lost everything that could have mattered.

You stand at the helm, everything is calm. The Destiny, currently sailing under the Avalorian flag, glides through the waters with deceptive grace. Your men are busy with their duties. Some are dressed as merchants, others wear dresses. The strategy is as old as the hills. From afar, you look like an inconspicuous cargo vessel. Once a ship takes the bait and approaches, you hoist the black flag. By the time they realize who you are, their fate is sealed and they are doomed. The sea becomes their grave.

Suddenly, the lookout yells from the crow's nest.

"Captain! Something stirs on the horizon!"