<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/472018719456100362/545318329728893048/ae65ccc835e994bbb2e2b97efd5564c0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lourdes Joie<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Deck<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 | Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sarah Jackson, Royce O'Malley<br/><strong>Content:</strong>introductions.<br/><hr/>Lourdes put her fists back on her hip and stood strong. Her long hair bounced against her shoulders as she turned from one woman to the next.  "Lourdes.  Lourdes Joie."  She said in her french accent.  The last name wasn't real, but that was nobody's business but her own.<br/><br/>"Oh, oui?"  She said with a laugh, "Quite the rough and tumble crew we have here I suppose. Proper pirates." She saw her rifle which she'd left against the bulkhead and grabbed it and held it like a walking stick, leaning over the muzzle with both hands gripping it.  "I'm no sailor.  I'm a striker.  More comfortable on land then boats I think, but I know these islands and what is found on them.  I'll be useful enough, I think."<br/><br/>She winked at Royce, "Even if someone has to second guess my knotwork."