<div class="floatleft">(http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/grizzly/PirateWoman.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Roxelana Sandsmarque (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=847240)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>On deck<br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>Performing Daily devotions<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Roxelana Sandsmarque stood with one leg raised up on the bow of the Gilded Lady.  One hand held firmly to a line running from the bowsprit up the fore mast while the other held tightly to the hand guard of the rapier at her shapely hip.  Her hand squeezed tightly the guard of the weapon and she could feel the same of the skull and crossbones carved into it dig into her palm.  It was the symbol of the goddess that she worshipped, the Goddess of Pirates.  Besmara.<br/><br/>Roxy closed her eyes and smiled as she felt the light spray over the bow on her face.  Softly she muttered a prayer to Besmear, to give the Gilded Lady fair seas and winds.  Besmara rarely responded but that was not surprising.  She wasn't one of those chatty goddesses like Iomedae or Calistria.<br/><br/>Still, it never hurt to let the quiet goddess know that there were some out here on the rippling blue oceans that kept her name on their lips.<br/>