<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Mw8Y2Jk.png)<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/bFpDj7j.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/FsSwBxR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Captain Rosette de Courtenay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14691423#msg14691423)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Esperanza, Port Royal | quarterdeck<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 | An hour past dawn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Every single one of you!<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Overseeing the arrival of her new crew<br/><hr/><br/>It was a fortuitous day to be heading out to open sea. The skies were a pale blue with only shreds of clouds to tear up the perfect canvas and the winds were favourable, filling sails in its impatience to send another ship on its journey. Under the Jamaican morning sun it was already a hustle and bustle of people at the harbour of the infamous pirate city, Port Royal. Dawn had barely passed, but the streets leading out to the ships had been filled with fishermen, tradesmen and the more nefarious of seafolk. Everyone knew that the best fishing spots were for those who got there first, and the merchants knew better than to linger until the pirates ventured into open waters. Many of the imposing ships that had made berth were long gone, but the<em>Esperanza</em>was still proudly laying at anchor, ignoring tradition and looking all the more defiant for it. With its three masts, its polished cannons and the lovely figurehead that was its very namesake, the pirate ship patiently waited for its crew to arrive.<br/><br/>They knew so little, these brave new sailors who had pledged their allegiance to the infamous captain of the imposing vessel that so bravely hoisted the telltale black flag with the skull and bones. Whether they had been curious, desperate, or parched for adventure, each and every man or woman to board the Esperanza today had willingly committed to a life of treasure seeking, of hunting down unfortunate merchants and of braving the naval fleets of the sovereign powers that foolishly thought they had any power here on the open sea. When the Esperanza’s first mate, Liam Scott, had come searching for ambitious souls in the shady taverns of Port Royal, it was them who had written their names or drawn their crosses, and who now got their first glimpse at an unlikely ghost from the past.<br/><br/>The crimson vision that stood upon the quarterdeck, overlooking the arriving crew, held her arms crossed and her back proudly straight. Captain Rosette de Courtenay wore her finest pirate’s attire, with sparkling buckles to her waistcoat and dark boots that made a point of defying gravity. Her black handled scimitar hung nonchalantly from the belt that sat wrapped around her waist, and her ears and fingers were adorned with the last remnants of treasures from another lifetime. She seemed almost regal in her ways, an enigmatic smile playing on her lips as she regarded the main deck below, looking far from the haunted woman the tragic tales had described her as. Her red hair carried a wild, stringy quality due to the salty air, and her skin evenly tanned. Her attire was as polished and perfect as the ship itself, each of them belying the many moons at sea they had seen, the many battles they had fought and the monsters they had braved. The Esperanza was ready to begin its new life and, from the quiet mirth that gleamed in its captain’s eyes, so was Rose.<br/><br/>To the right of the woman, who had so boldly defied her tragic destiny, stood her first mate; Liam Scott held his big, calloused hands wrapped around the banisters as he regarded the results of his arduous efforts to gather a new crew for his trusted commander and the vessel she had never abandoned. Where Rose’s smile was subtle and confident, his was wide and elated. Hunched forward it was clear that he was content with his own picks, even if it had been a  matter of accepting anyone daring enough to enlist in the first place.<br/><br/>“It be a fine day for new adventures, Sir,” he said jovially. Squinting his eyes against the bright sun light that scattered off the calm waves, Liam looked out towards the horizon. “And the lads and-” he paused, scraping his throat, “-lasses are, if anything, eager to be headin’ for the briny deep. Lady Luck is smilin’ down upon us today, I can feel it in me bones. Times are changing, Captain.”<br/><br/>She didn’t respond, not immediately, anyway. Her gaze followed the movements of people arriving, searching for their place among the others. Even the few souls that had served the Esperanza before seemed a little lost still, and all of them needed the thread to pull them together and make this a unified crew that would become the bane of the seven seas once more.<br/><br/>Rosette looked forward to it.<br/><br/><br/>