The small village's streets were still empty, not that they were every anything close to busy, because the sun had yet to make its grand appearance, and it was a Sunday so nobody wanted to be up before noon.  Two exceptions to this was a short redheaded woman with a rapier on her hip, another sword strap across her back, a flintlock pistol at her side, and a 200 pound grey and black wolf with different colored eyes which made the rest of her armaments appear mostly superfluous.  In one hand she carried a bag with rolls of parchment sticking out.  The other held a bottle of glue with a brush inside.  Every so often the two would stop at a wall, door, or some other surface which lacked a poster, and one would be put in its place, because she liked to be sure of a result and couldn't think of any other way to tip the odds in her favor.  

The contents of said poster were as follows: 
One red skull with two pairs of crossbones underneath, a few inches apart which some thought looked like a par of pom-poms; a fact the lady in red refused to comment on.  
Beneath that there was a simple statement requesting someone with capable navigating skills who didn't have a problem with sailing with pirates or finding their lives suddenly thrust into dangerous situations where death could come from any of the regular sides plus above and below.

After each paper the wolf would whine and the woman would tell him they were almost done.  This wasn't true until there were no more notes in her sack.  AT which point she agreed it was time to pack everything up(not that there was anything to pack) and told the canine to lead the way to the ship.  There wasn't any shops open yet anyways.  Might as well get things ready for sailing even if there was no guarantee sailing would be done today.  

The ship wasn't too far.  Ten minutes later and they were on board, surveying everything on the deck which wasn't too impressive.  It was almost disheartening.  There was the sound of a clearing throat, and hands were placed on slender hips.  Don't worry, they were her hips.  You could tell because they were attached to the same mass as the rest of her and there weren't any bloody screams because someone had just gotten their hands broken in two dozen places.  She called out instructing everybody to get to the top.  Nothing happened so she tried again and the lack of change was almost palpable.  The furry beast at her side looked up and grinned.  The woman pretended not to notice.     
 "They're still asleep, aren't they?"  She sighed.  The dog only panted as a reply.  "Well come on then.  Let's get everyone up."  Her pet yelped in excitement and hurried down below deck, barking excitedly so everyone would know the day was being wasted and if they didn't want to wake up on the floor it was time they'd better start standing up or at least have some sort of cushion to be waiting for them, as the ship's floors were hard enough to make you instantly fall back asleep.

Captain Abigail stopped half way down, listening to the barking.  A smile appeared on her face, or a grimace pained with the need for some sort of sustenance.  "Oh.  Fenris should be able to get everyone up by himself.  No point in bothering with that.  I better get some breakfast before a line starts.  I'm sure the cook must be up by now."