From the West, a large ship can be seen just off of the horizon. Its large, glistening purple sails can be seen at a very long distance. The insignia upon the sails is that of a large skull, bearing a sword within its mouth. Although the ship seems to be one bearing bad luck and ill omen, the shiphands seem alive and about on the ship. Not a crack of a whip, nor ill shout of a captain can be heard in the distance. It seems as though the ship, is a large contradictory of itself. As you draw nearer to the shore and gaze upon this ship, you can see the mantle as being a large, three point star, lined in silver, while the center of the star sports a small, golden circle.
A few minutes later, and they drop down a few sturdy planks of wood from the railing of the ship to the dock below. One by one, the shiphands file off. Tall, dirty men, accompanied by short, dirty men. A few dogs run out of the ship afterwards, hungry to find scraps. And finally, the one you presume to be 'Cappy' trails behind.
The sun is beginning to set, and as you look up to gaze upon 'Cappy', all you can see is the silhouette, and a few other things. 'Cappy' seems to be wearing purple clothing, matching the color of the sails on the ship. The figure also seems to be wearing a flat, feathered hat, and like everything else, it seems to be purple. As the figure strides down the planks, you begin to get a clearer view. As you continue looking, you can make out more and more until you see that 'Cappy' is a woman. She stands tall, yet petite among the men. She has caramel colored skin and deep brown eyes. What stands out most on her though, is the lengthy locks of blue hair that fall over her shoulders from beneath the hat.
She looks around a moment, seemingly taking in her surroundings before nodding to her shiphands. "We'll stay here a while, laddies." you can hear her say.
