Stathford was nothing but a small sailor town on the coastline in the times of old, but with it's hardy citizens and positions in the trade routs it was safe to say a great deal of the best known sailors and their ships both started and ended their travels there. Much was the case of Diana's father who came to settle in the small town years be for her birth, but however unlike most humble stories there was a a darker side hardly knew of, or of course unless you where in the proper circles... While on the outward appearance her father took to his retirement as a humble owner of a small fishing group. However his history could hardly be washed away as before settling down to retire, his fortunes and mild wealth only came from the bloody end of piracy and slavery; a history that even followed him to his unfortunate death.<br/><br/>While he remained fairly clean in his activities more so after taking a slave of his own for a wife, most in the village would think him nothing more then another sailor, though behind closed doors he would be more less a middle man in stolen goods and slaves alike. Although these darker habits did eventually fade before coming to an almost sudden halt at Diana's birth; to which her mother died in child birth... But even then the ex-pirate couldn't hide his dark history forever, as she blossomed and became well aware of her father's activities...<br/><br/>While her father's passing of nearly two years ago, just a few days past her eighteenth birthday. She herself had made a rather known reputation herself. Still keeping her father's fishing business alive she was well known by many men as sea witch, due to her strong aggressive nature; although for the few who where desperate with their unmoral merchandise she would follow her father's footsteps in getting the job done quick and under warps. Although without even the poor leading figure her father was she had set a good name for herself....<br/><br/>However not all could be fixed with brute force and money, an itch that couldn't be scratched. No doubt the sailor blood that ran in her veins called for her to go to the sea... But yet still tied with her bonds in the tiny town she could not bring herself to venture out into the world just yet... Even though she had all the power to do so... But what was she waiting for?... Even she didn't know....<br/><br/>These and many other topics would buzz around in Diana's head as she sat on a old poorly made dock just outside her home and father's old fish shop. A dock she and her father made when she was young to watch the sunset over the ocean on days like this.... At the prime of her life but yet there was something more she couldn't see... But what was it?... Her cold gaze would continue to stare out into the sea until it was nearly too dark to see.. But some things never change... but nothing lasts forever... A fact she would learn the moment she rose to leave the dock and return home as it only took one of the drift-wood boards to snap under her to cast her down into the water, and only one heavy wave to knock her from consciousness...<br/><br/>edit: I found a better picture<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">General Image Idea</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs7/i/2005/205/d/0/Pirate_wench_by_moritat.jpg)</div></div>