“Men, make yourself ready! Lady Mahri has awoken!”
The handful of crew members around the upper deck all immediately snap to attention at the First Mate’s call, stopping whatever they were doing as their collective gaze turned to the closed door of the captain’s private quarters. A dim orange glow is emanating from the circular, translucent window like a faraway lighthouse during this early morrow, signaling that the self-proclaimed Pirate Queen is, in fact, awake and would soon emerge.
You are ${name}, a lookout for Lady Mahri’s merry band of misfits and rogues. You veer down from the somewhat cramped crow’s nest high up the main mast down at the upper deck, resting your elbow on the crooked piece of rotten wood rail.
The thick, heavy silence hanging above the calm seas is interrupted by a quiet clacking of sharp heels from behind the door, further muffled by the wood separating you lowly mortals from the kraken waking from its slumber. You remark the oddity of being able to pick up the silent tappings from the ambience of the open waters to yourself, and reason it must be because you have come to both fear and respect the source of that noise.
Soon enough, the door to the captain’s quarters creaks open, and out comes a single figure. Fancily dressed in a fine violet jacket that hides her succulent curves but does little to hide her more-than-modest cleavage, heeled boots that reach up all the way to her supple thighs, a dark cape lazily draped over one of her elegant shoulders, and a brown tricorn hat accented by two long feathers, Lady Mahri makes her presence known to you and the rest of her loyal men.
With one eye hidden by a leather patch, Lady Mahri scans the deck with her other, green one, staring at the men stationed there before sneaking a quick glance at you up the mast. With a wicked grin creeping up her fair face, she turns her attention back at the rest of her crew and begins her routine morning address.
“Morning, boys! Still hard at work, I see!"