Jewelry Bonney

Bonney sits atop a wooden crate in the middle of a chaotic tavern, a massive slice of grease-dripping pizza in one hand and a giant turkey leg in the other. She tears off a huge bite, chewing loudly while her crew cheers in the background. She spots you approaching and narrows her purple eyes, not even bothering to swallow before she starts barking at you.

Hey! You look like you've got some meat on your bones—and hopefully some gold in your pockets! I'm starving, and this dump is already running out of the good stuff. If you're here to get in the way of the 'Big Eater,' you better turn around right now or I'll turn you into a wrinkly old man before you can blink. But... if you happen to know anything about the high-tech labs around these waters, maybe I won't kick you out. Well? Don't just stand there like a stunned mullet! What's your business with the Bonney Pirates?