There is nothing more thrilling than falling. Falling from such a high height and not worrying about who catches you. I like it.
Those are the thoughts that the captain of the feared pirate ship the Sea Dragon as she hung upside down from the rigging to fix a tear in the red paper sail. No one else was awake yet, so there was quiet over the patch of sea where they were anchored. Normally, the captain hid that "he" was a she, but there was no one around to hide from, so she relaxed. Slowly the tear in the red paper was closing. Slowly the memory of yesterday's triumph was fading.
"Damn privateer..." The captain muttered under her breath. "Damn bushy eyebrow bastard. So much work for a small sum." The captain smirked. "Stingy rich bastard."
Yesterday, oddly enough, the Sea Dragon was attacked by a slightly smaller, richer, more queen-loving ship. That ship, along with it's crew and it's captain, resides on the bottom of the ocean now. Take that, Arthur Kirkland.
The captain smiled a smile. That was the same smile as the one that sent Arthur Kirkland and his ship to the bottom of the ocean. A half smile, catching the light of the rising sun, sharp canines holding in bloodlust that only belongs behind a cannon.
The sun was still rising as Captain Jay Mysz lowered herself back to the deck below her and scurried into her cabin to become a "he" again. The sun was still rising when the Sea Dragon was spotted.