Scenario #0 - The Cutlass
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Standing on the bow of the ship, the breeze was throwing Tala's raven hair into her face. She didn't mind though. the sight of land - any land - was exactly what she needed. The past few days she spent locked up in her cabin to avoid the sailors half mad from hunger. The fact that her cabin was mostly stuffed with herbs of which some were edible made her position even worse, but at the right time, the man in the crow's nest finally yelled 'Land ahoy'. The mood on the ship immediately went up two notches. She was suddenly bombarded with sailors requesting she check the firing mechanisms on their pistols, but she didn't mind - it was something to do.

And now the first rowboat left to the shore. Of course she stayed behind - who knew what they might be getting themselves into, and she didn't find it appealing to participate unprepared. The curiosity of what new plants and materials she might find here was making her twitch though. But now, she could do nothing but wait. Her hands held a piece of wood and a knife, chipping away at the material in an attempt to make herself something resembling a flute to pass the time. Sighing, she looked up from the work, wishing landing party would return or that, despite her enclosed nature, somebody would strike up a conversation.