STORY:
Khali Valour was sitting alone in a bar, her crew, her money, and her will to live had all been systematically wiped out by a mischievous back stabbing quarter master, leaving her poor and crew-less. She adjusted her bandana, and sighed deeply into her heavy flagon of mead.
There was a heavy thunk in a wooden pole just next to her head, she looked up abruptly, there embedded in the pole, was a dagger, and speared on the dagger, was a map.
She Searched around the room for the source of the dagger, and there, standing in the open door of the tavern, was her sister, Vikki...
Vikki came and sat down at the same table as her sister. They exchanged words of greetings and Vikki Pulled the Dagger and the map off the pole.
So now, Vikki and Khali find themselves searching the isle of Tortuga for a crew, another bottle of mead, and a hope.
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((Please excuse the crappy art, I only have a mouse at the moment, so i can't clean the image or colour it correctly... I will do a better one when I move in to my new house and get my tablet out of storage))