Raised as I was on songs of rebellion and mischief, stories of maritime disasters and ghost ships, it’s no wonder you became who you are now. It was no isle of Lost Boys and the vacuum left from their defeated foe who turned you to gleeful pirate villain, was it? No, the brine and salt were always in your blood, the storm and gunpowder in your bones. I should have known from the beginning that you’d become this beautiful, wicked creature itching for battle and anarchy; I should have seen the flicker-crack of lightning in your emerald eyes and understood your future. Forest outlaw. Wanderer queen. Captain of the dread ship Jolly Roger.