You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)
"you have?" she said with a slight stutter as she seems slightly discusted by the small of the rotted wood and wet moss. "i simply came here to search for a boat so i can travel over the world to find a place called home" she seems a bit tense before shrugging the feeling off. "my story? why would i tell you?"she said before sighing loudly. "i grew up with my mother for 5 years before some pirates took me away from my mother. then a big crash happened. one of the pirates happened to have found me and took me in as we were the only onces to have survived. he raised me as his own child. giving up his pirate life for me as we lived on the eiland we stranded on. a few years have passed as i was about 12 years old that was when we saw other people for the first time after we stranded on the eiland. they came into our home stole all we have build as my father [the pirate] got taken away and i never saw him again. so here i am a few years later... and i WILL hunt EVERY pirate i find. like the pirates who took my parents.
