Dzerta wandered the decks of the ship. His bare feet felt sweaty compared to the cool metal floor. When his niece offered him a spot on a pirating ship, he jumped at the chance. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea, now. The short stature and white skin identifyed him as Ulrachian everywhere he went, so why not use the heartless reputation. He tugged at the sash holding his baton. He even had his own traditional extended long bo. He brushed his dark hair to try and cover his pale nothing eyes. Better to seem human than a barbarian.