In the captain's cabin, the thick covers shifted and a pale hand slipped into the moonlight pouring through the vessel's windows.  A groan followed and the pile of covers moved and were thrust aside.  An elven woman, golden tresses touseled, sat up and revealed her naked torso. 
 She peered about with azure eyes, then splayed her fingers across the gold chains about her neck that she had borrowed from the recent haul.  Her captain was gone, leaving her alone in the large bed.

Rising, she pulled on a sheer robe and padded softly out of the room, across the short common space and past the staircase leading down below decks to the door of the forecastle.  She then opened that door and stepped out onto the deck-

The elven woman stood gaping, frozen in tableau, her golden tresses hanging mostly over one bare shoulder being run through by slender onyx painted fingernails.  Her other hand lay open the door's latch.  Her robe was partially open, one breast fully exposed beneath the golden chains she'd been caressing for she had not expected company and especially not of this ilk.  Onyx stones hung from her short golden chains pinned to her lobeless pointed ears.  What greeted her was a total shock.  Her captain was on his knees next to the first mate.  There were others standing about.  Some sort of impasse.  Weapons pointed in various directions.  Pirate hunters?