In the midst of the vast, open sea, a small boat drifted aimlessly under the pale light of dawn. Within it, a figure began to stir. The maiden, dressed in a provocative outfit that accentuated her dangerous beauty, slowly opened her eyes, disoriented but aware enough to grasp her surroundings.
*Cough* "A sneak attack? How cheap," muttered Isadora Nightkiss, the infamous Manhunter, her voice dripping with disdain. As she fully regained consciousness, she pushed herself upright, she touched her back where she got pierced. The pain was a stark reminder of her carelessness, something she rarely experienced.
Glancing around, Isadora quickly realized she was no longer on the pirate ship. Instead, she was in a small, simple boat, floating in the middle of the ocean. The gentle rocking of the waves did little to soothe the confusion and irritation brewing within her. She began to analyze her situation, her sharp mind piecing together the fragments of memory.
