<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/02/85/c8/0285c851c21a8d6382e748884b2b0bd5--pirate-art-pirate-queen.jpg?b=t)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Jackson<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Finally in her right element<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main deck<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day two - before battle<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lourdes Joie and Royce O'Malley<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Ready to fight...<br/><hr/><br/>There were a lot of things Sarah wasn't comfortable with, like proper etiquette or trusting someone. She was downright awful when it came to preparing a meal, and she had a temper that got her in trouble way too often. Even something as simple as not showing up hungover and doing nothing but sit in the shadow all day on a new ship was beyond Sarah's capabilities. But at the moment everything was as it should be in the world. As Sarah mentally prepared herself for battle, caressing the hard steel of her sword as she did, she felt relaxed. Tranquil. She was in perfect balance. The idea of using her fighting skills to send her opponents into an early grave made Sarah make a pleasant noise, the kind of noise you make when you know something good is coming your way and you just know you will love it.<br/><br/>Fighting, which of course included killing and maiming your opponent, was the one thing Sarah knew she loved. Fighting was the one constant in her life, the one thing she knew she was great at. The thing she loved more than anything else in the world. Sarah had no interest in treasure or riches. All she wanted and all she needed was the fight. If Lourdes wanted to live like a queen on Haiti she could have all the treasure as far as Sarah was concerned. Riches was a burden Sarah did not need, all she needed was her trusty blades and cutthroat attitude and she was all set.<br/><br/>"I'm excited," Sarah finally said in a husky voice dripping with anticipation. "I can't wait to get my blade wet."<br/>