User:Captn Jaq

No survivors!?  ''Then where do the stories come from, I wonder... ''

I was raised on a War Frigate and preferred the basic weapons over anything else, but slowly and surely, I began to fancy me a set of Throwing Knives and that so-called "VooDoo Stick". I had sailed with the best of them throughout the Caribbean. I was known to work for the French and the Spanish under certain contractual agreements which are privy to a certain few i.e. me and my loyal, humble gunny who should've remained nameless -- for his own protection.

I giggled, sipped tea, nibbled cookies, and sent out glitter-coated crew invitations. I believed, and still do, that one has the rights to do whatever they please, but if it meant trending on other pirate's feet -- big or small -- then that trending bloke of a cad had found an enemy in me.

I'm a wench, once healer, once swashbuckler, once sailor, but for what it was worth, darn good cannoneer. 'Though it might not look as it appeared to be, I was a veteran pirate. And yet, despite my notoriety and mounds of savvy, I had a few things to learn from both old and young pirate alike.

As did we all, maties.

As did we all.