Elisa had been staring at the hand-drawn map that lay on her cluttered desk for over two hours. Her navigation instruments and pencils lay strewn about over the map as she thought she had located the coordinates of her mother, only to find out from her letters that she was wrong. It made no sense that this woman who had birthed and left her would be so hard to find...especially since the letters she had acquired were relatively recent. But alas, her mother was appearing to be an enigma...never to be found by her daughter.<br/><br/>A frustrated sigh escaped Elisa's lips as she gazed upon her mothers' letters. Staring at them would do her no good, so she grabbed the letters and shoved them into her 2nd desk drawer, locking them away just as she had her memories.  She had to chart a new course; that would ease her mind. Perhaps all she needed was a bit of looting and a whole lot of rum. That always seemed to help clear her mind and get her focused.<br/><br/>Elisa scoured the map, looking for a new place her crew could go, and just as her first mate walked in, she found the target with a smile. Her smile faded somewhat and she rolled her eyes as Al saluted her; she really hated when he did that, but she would take it. He was a damn good first mate.<br/>"Thank you, Al. Yes, in fact I do. I want the crew to do a thorough inspection of the ship before the day is done. I'm charting a course to the Islands agains, and I would hate to find anything in disrepair."