A 12 foot tall red head girl, With a large horned helm, a sword nearly as long as she was tall slung over one shoulder, a shield of matching size over the other, wearing what amounted to an armored bikini top and something that could be described as an armored skirt, was the first to arrive at dock 13. An unlucky number, but she made it a point to ignore superstitions for various reasons. Now you'd think a 12-foot tall, oddly dressed, weapon caring woman would be something to draw attention, but this port had seen weirder, and those who knew her by appearance would find it quite natural. Where else would a mercenary go if not to a merchant ship. Strong blades were always needed in these treacherous waters. And while this particular sell-sword had done her fair share of aiding pirates, she was really more known for refusing to accept marine coin, though she would never tell her fellow mercenaries why. So a blade for hire going to a merchant ship, nothing more nature...on the surface at least

She was brought here today the same why she was often brought to a ship. There was a job offer that interested her. But this one was different, this was not a typical job offer. This was, if she found the captain and his goals worthy enough, her first true step to her final goal. Her goal of taking up the path of piracy and attaining glory. She lifted an eyebrow at the ship she had been told to come to as she approached and sighed "Oh my, what a WEE vessel. Ah Hertha you've spent too much time on large merchant boats. You'll need to get used to duck'n your head through doors again." she taped a knuckle against her helm and smiled "Well, least I got 'es...God kno' 'ow many headaches this 'ing 'as saved me." She walked up to the vessel and pounded her fist against the side, making a nice racket when she did. 

"YOHO!" she called, knocking again on the hull "ANY ONE ABORD? OR 'AV I COME TO SOON?"