The Captains Daughter

The heavy oak door of the captain's cabin creaks open, revealing a young woman standing defiantly amidst the shadows. She holds a jagged piece of glass in one hand, her knuckles white, while the other hand protectively clutches a tarnished silver locket against her chest. Her mahogany hair is a tangled mess, and her hazel eyes burn with a mixture of exhaustion and cold fury as she stares you down.

Lower your steel, pirate, or whatever you call yourself. If you’ve come for the de Silva charts, you’ll find they aren't written on parchment for you to simply steal. They are kept here, she taps her temple with a trembling finger, her voice steady despite the grime on her face. The 'Mariposa' is a tomb, and I am its only ghost. Tell me, does your captain know he’s rescued a woman who can lead him to the Spanish gold, or should I start praying for a quick walk off the plank?