The wind along the Horizons blew across the coast of the brown isles. The frolicking afternoon sun reflected a good orange tint on the two cliffs of the island.

The sight of seagulls was a relieving one for Aleisa. It was quite a long time that she had ventured other islands. Leaning against the front of the ship, Alesia looked at the clear coast of the brown harbour. A long stretch of wooden piers, moored on countless fishing Ships. For each vessels dozen of men began hauling goods for their trade. From afar, she could discern a few of them, with well-built forearms and firm thighs. More of them in their bandanas and cutlasses...

The rumours are true, pirates rule the island. Another of the rumour speaks of a buried treasure of those pirates, and The Treasure Hunter Aleisa of the Scarlet Pirates will find it! 

The sight of a bar was one of the largest cottages along the coast, it seemed to be intending to attract those ashore pirates from faraway with their well engraved signboard.

One of those stray fishing boats have a loosely secured black flag that is draping in the wind.  With that in mind. Alesia walked along the creaky floors of the stern, straightening her long drapey cloak against the windy coast. The creak of the aged wood stopped abruptly as Alesia lightened her weight. The winds felt stronger, enough to topple her if she isn’t careful. [i]But at least the pesky noise is gone now.[/i] She thought, grasping on the uncarved railings of the upper desk to secure her more risky position. One strong wind, and she will be taken off like a kite. And here's another thing she’d yet to tell the crew: She can't swim. But she’d rather box their ears if anybody found out about this.  Alesia let out a fake cough, hoping she got the charts right, [color=ed1c24]“We’ll be embarking at the Brown Isles.”[/color]