She stood at the bow, as the salty sea air filled her lungs. The sun beating down on her face; yet her pale skin doesn't change. The wind moves the waves causing the ship to rock like a child's cradle. Most would grow tired of the constant movement of the waves, but the fire haired maiden didn't seem to mind. The wind ruffled her coat, made out of fine bloody red fibers, a color that showed her wealth. A brown pointed hat that sat on her head shielded the world from the true burn of her hair. This women was one of few, a female captain of sorts.
She watched as her men scrambled to get ready to set sail, when a young boy came running to the side of the Anne Bonny, "I have a letter for a.... 'Luna Bunker'... from Governeress Aurora..." he called up. Luna looked at her first mate and gave him a nod, the man, decked out in a fine amethyst cloak unboarded the ship and retrieved the scroll from the boy, paying him a few coins before shooing him off.
As Francois handed the scroll to his best friend, he paused "are you going to respond this time? You know she probably just wants to talk..." he watched her with a concerned look. Silence followed before she sighed "I'm not sure, she could just want to talk. but what if her husband has put a bounty on me? What if he's writing these letters posing as her?... That man is know for tricking people like us, and it's been years since she and I last spoke... what if he has influenced her and now she wants my head just like everyone else of her title and above?" She worried. The bright blonde man sighed "and what if she just wants to catch up? You know she is doing good, being a governess, but what if she has no idea how you are? She could be worried, she might not have made the connection that 'Luna the Lustful' is the same as her Luna Bunker... she might not even know that The Anne Bonny is your ship! Considering she only sends letters to this dock, she knows you sail, and expects the people here to know who the letter goes to, so maybe we should set a course towards her?..."
Luna sighed and nodded, before letting out a scream in frustration and throwing her sword, which stuck into the mast at about 2 meters high. She looked at the sword then at her first mate, then again at the sword "can you get it for me?..." she asked, the Frenchman sighed and shook his head "you know you throw it too high, you hit the same spot every time, no matter where we are on the deck, you need to learn to not throw your sword in anger..." he handed her a stool, "you have to go get it," she gave him a look "I'm Luna! I'm 'The' Luna! I don't have to use a stool to get my sword!" She dropped the stool, and stormed up to the stuck sword, and tried to get it, her first mate might have a point, she reached as high as she could, but her fingers just barely touched the handle, it sucked being 1 1/2 meters in hight. Francois came over and set her stool next to her, as she stared "you know you need it," he said with a chuckle and let her be as she climbed up and retrieved her sword.