She could hear the sea from where she worked.
The waves crashing, the birds crying, filled her ears as she worked, comforting her softly. She doodled on the sheet of paper on her desk. Bellemere.
She needed to finish. He said he wanted a new map by dusk, and she could tell by the light of the room that she only had two more hours. Staring hatefully at the feather she used to write, she noticed that it had clumps of red from when she held it a time too long. Her hands felt raw.
Money.
She just needed to collect one hundred million. Just needed. Not just. It wasn't as simple as that. But either way, she needed to pay him as soon as possible.
Money.
Pirates had money. Yes, pirates loved collecting massive amount of treasure. She could steal from them. It was as easy as that. Steal from pirates. They were thieves anyway.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would set out on her journey. Tomorrow she would begin to steal from stealers. Tomorrow she would begin to free her town, her loved ones. Tomorrow.
She noticed from the darkness in the room that she only had a little more than an hour left. She stared at the paper before her.
Bellemere.