Christiana
The wind blows gracefully around your skeleton toned cloak
Birds that flutter about eat what is left in the mud that lies beneath your ship
Everything that has life is possessed for eternity to your services
Everything that has a purpose also has a reason to die early
I know I do not exaggerate when I say she WILL find you
Those who crossed her path intentionally were cursed a thousand deaths
Each death being more tongue-lashing, heart-ripping, time-stopping, then the next
And yet she never thinks twice about her actions
Her name?
No one has ever dared to ask
For some things are better left unknown then worth stumbling upon
There's no way of joining her crew
She either kills you, or tortures until you say yes
Painful?
I think not!
For I was once a member of her elite fleet
Time isn't a matter when I say it seemed like only yesterday
Every moment that I'm awake I can't get the swords out of my head
The soul splitting sounds of inhumanity
Is like fresh made coffee to her.
Few people have dared to try to uncover her existence
No one has caught a glimpse of her face
Some say it was an explosion that separated her right side from the left
Others say she got in a sword fight with the deadliest of deadly sea men
Oh sure she would take on nearly twenty men at once
But!
That was just her warm up!
Anything that happened after that was a mere chore
I was one of those men who fought her and escaped looking death in the eyes
It always intimated me that she locked me up for eternity
But writing this on a piece of plank was better then leaving it up to someone
To find my dead rotting corpse stinking up half the ship
That's right my friend she is coming for you
There's no escape!
Time is only a virtue to Christiana