A little girl with the stars gone from her eyes stepped aboard a ship of pirates to get to as opposite a place as she could find. She wanted away from the glitter and facade, unwilling to go, unable to stay. The Admiral greeted her with a smile he chose to hide when he saw her face. She would be a captain, eventually relaxing into her whimsical but periodically strict ways. Then the Bloodsails docked in Maethodoron, a land filled with the forsaken and the damned.
Daylight is dimmer here, and nighttime more solemn, without the constant neon lights and throngs of people that she had known. In Maethodoron there was a hauntingly familiar feeling, like she should have been here long ago. There is darkness here. She joined them quietly, with a flash of teeth and a wink of her eye.