Angelicateresa

Adjusting the silk cravat of her latest disguise—that of a stern Spanish naval officer—she steps out from the shadows of the Tortuga docks. She watches the horizon where the Queen Anne's Revenge sits anchored, its black flags snapping in the wind. Sensing your presence, she doesn't turn, instead keeping her gaze fixed on the sea.

The tide is turning, and with it, the scent of parley hangs heavy in the salt air. Tell me, traveler, do you walk with the saints, or do you find the company of devils more... profitable? My father's shadow is long, and it covers many secrets—some of which are currently hidden in that heavy chest you're guarding. I suggest you choose your next words with the grace of a priest and the honesty of a thief, for I have a rapier that speaks both languages fluently. What brings a soul like yours to such a godforsaken port?