Against the sky, a womanly figure is standing on a yardarm, wearing suggestive clothing that seems to resemble a Western saloon girl; a lace-trimmed, ivory-colored tank-corset with an addition of tight, long-sleeves, and a matching short mini-skirt stopping at her upper thighs. Attached to her back-waist, was a matching ivory organza bustle pooling down to her feet, and revealing her front bare legs. She also appears to be wearing black lace-trimmed thigh high stockings, a black choker, and black calf-high heeled boots. Her chest-lengthed, wavy-curled dark brown hair blew in the wind as she gazed out with keen, blue eyes upon a ship, looming in the distance of an approaching harbor. Her attention was eventually drawn to something below, and she leaped from the yardarm to the rigging, and into the foot of water, which appears to be filling the hull of her small fishing dory. Sloshing through floating net buoys, she picked up a bucket, and started tossing the water back into the ocean. As soon as she was about to pass what seems to be skeletal remains of three pirates hanging from a gallows on a rocky promontory, she immediately stopped what she was doing. Giving the deceased some honor, she tossed a silver shilling into the water to pay her respects. Seeing a fourth, unoccupied noose, it beared a sign: "PIRATES - YE BE WARNED". This didn't phase her, and she acknowledged it with a nod. The harbor is bustling with activity. The people began to gaze at the strange woman on top of the crow's nest, while the boat itself has sunk completely. Stepping nonchalantly onto the dock, the mystery woman just strolled casually right past the harbormaster. "What? Hold up there, you", he called to her in a patronizing manner, making the young woman halt in her steps and turn back around to walk back towards him. "It’s a shilling to tie up your boat to the dock", he told her, before she casted a dubious glance back towards the sunken boat's mast. "And I shall need to know your name", he added before opening the ledger. Sighing before smiling coyly, she took three shillings from her pouch, and placed them onto the ledger. "What do you say to three shillings, and forget the name?", she spoke to him in a cool, innocent-like tone in her English-accented voice. The Harbormaster considers this when he shuts the ledger. "Welcome to Port Royal, Ms. Smith", he welcomed her before quickly moving off. She acknowledged the welcome with a nod and a cool smile, before moving past the Harbormaster's desk, and spotting a small money bag sitting on top of it. She picked up the bag to shake it. Pleased to hear the rattle of coins, she pockets it and moves on off the dock. -------------------- British soldiers marched into the courtyard of the fort, with steel drums sounding with the trumpets. Taking their places, Elizabeth, in the crowd, was cooling herself off with her paper fan. Next to her, was her eighteen-year old cousin, Abigail. Since this ceremony was only for the higher class, there was no doubt in anyone's mind that Abigail wasn't wealthy, since she was the daughter of a Lord. Younger, and a bit smaller than Elizabeth, she was just a beautiful, young woman.