Just outside the city harbor, a small woman stood on top of the mast of her ship, majestic as a captain should be. She had a stern expression on her face as she gazed into the distance. The loose wraps from her bandana gracefully ride the wind and her short hair flowed like a bronze waterfall over the side of her face, her deep piercing purple eye shining from under them and the black flag with a skull and crossbones carelessly flapping behind her. She openly wore her weapons and showed no fear as she entered the port… on a half sunken rowing boat with a mast…. Gradually the poor boat began sinking faster the closer she got to the port and when she was close enough to enter the port, the boat was mostly underwater with only the mast sticking out of the water at the same height of the port. Casually stepping forward and letting her boat sink all the way to the bottom of the shallow water she looked around over the port. She wandered forward and searched for a ship she could steal later, for now she needed a drink and a rest, fortunatly for her there was no real proof of her being a pirate other than the flag that was now underwater and with her looking quite dangerous none of the port guards bothered to go after her. She wandered through the streets for a while, picking up a leather jacket to wear over her corset that made her look more like a hooker than anything. With the jacket though, it was all better. With her looking much more intimidating now, especially with the weapons she carried she headed over to the apparently biggest inn named the winking mermaid wich just happened to be at the most backwater, cutthroat neighboorhood this town had.
Upon entering she immediatly ducked to dodge a chair flying at her head, there was a bar brawl going on, none of her concern but they always threw things and she wasnt in the mood for taking a chair to the face. There were dancers who always got her attention and the cheerfull music made the bar brawl a rather charming addition to the rotten wood and the smell of liquor. She headed to the bar and ordered a bottle, not a glass but a whole bottle of rum while paying close attention to any shifts in sound that would have to prompt her to dodge again. Sure, soon enough she had to duck again as a bottle narrowly flew past her head into the face of the barkeep wich prompted him to join the fight. But she stopped the man. "I need a crew. Know of anyone that is looking to steal a ship and help me take back my warship?" But the barkeeper didnt pay her much mind and ran off anyway. Soon Kat sidestepped to allow the barkeep to fly over the the bar without having to hit her, what she didnt dodge was the mug of beer he carried wich flew straight into her hair. The beer and the impact in general ruined her hairdo and despite being a pirate Kat was never amused when people messed with her apearance. "MY HAIRDO!" She grabbed the barman by his shirt and pulled him down onto the counter angrily. "I want a complimentaty room or your guts for this. The choice is yours." "Have room 8!" "Thank you…" She said with a cheerfull tone as if nothing happened. She wanted to head to her room but soon she heard something that got her bad attention. "You fight like a knife ear!" She heard the comment in the brawl and looked in the direction she heard it from. It was a drunken buff human brawling with a drunken orc. "Do you idiots want to know how a knife ear fights?" She angrily stepped to the two while cracking her knuckles and neck. The two obviously larger men looked down at her and almost laughed but they were soon met with the way 'a knife ear fights' when Kat punched the orc right in the stomach wich bent him down and lifted her kneww into his face. She then raised her fists and yelled into the bar. "FIRST ONE TO EVEN HIT ME GET'S 20 SILVERLINGS!" And then all hell broke loose, alot of the drunken criminals got up from their seats and challenged the small woman but with her oddly great amount of strength combined with her quick attacks she could fend them off easily. Soon she had about 7 men knocked out on the ground before the assault ceased. She stood there casually with her boot on the orc that made the comment. "And THATS how a knife ear fights!" She brushed her hair before getting off the orc and wandering to her inn room, but before heading up she leaned down from the stairs. "Two things: Barkeep! Give these guys a free drink on the costs of the loser orc! ALSO! IM recruiting a crew! Meet me at the bar tomorow for details! Rewards? A treasure im going after!"

She walked into the bar as some men where recovering from a fight. an orc in the group looked stunned. she usually left the bar looking like that. she took a seat at the counter and asked a ruffed up thin man what had happened. "Some Knife ear came in and started up a fight with a 20 silver pay for just touching her. as you can see she still has the coin."  Vinsue looked back. "Where did the elf go?"

The man laughed than pointed up the stairs. "She went that way but I would not advise messing with her she gots an attitude problem. but she said something about needing a crew and meeting her hear tomorrow." his voice was a bit slurred from the drink he had but she got the jest of it. she scratched the head of the young dragon that rested on her solder. "Did she give a name?" she asked. "Only referred to knife ear." Vinsue turned from the man that to her hatchling.  "what you say we meet the girl?" the hatchling nodded. it was funny how fast the thing was learning to understand languages. "perhaps get some pay for her treasure or for her head." she said. the dragon flicked its tail. and smiled.

The next morning she arrived at the bar early. She was in her brown robes and had her dragon raped around her neck. she ordered a glass of ale and a thing of cat fish. the two of them ate as she waited for the trouble maker to come out.

She came down the stairs looking refreshed and nothing like someone who could beat the sh#t out of everyone in a bar with her bar hands without getting hit. A bunch of men, presumably pirates already followed her to a table and one, reaching for her chest got slapped with a map she was holding. "Alright, maggots! We're going after the treasures that are on my ship!" "Lass, ho-" "Missing something? Do i need the hat? That's still captain for you." "Oh, but cap'n. How are we going to get yer ship to rise from the sea?" "I have my ways. Let me worry about getting the dread up and into shape and you worry about sailing our ship. Anyone else in this filthy bar want to get rich?"

Seeing a elf completely lacking manners and surrounded by pirates or similar low life she knew that the elf was the one she was wanting to talk to but it quickly became clear that she or at last her buddies where of a crowd she usually ticked off. every other captain wanted her head and she was more than happy to make the chase and capture as hard as possible even having fun quite often.

She did not bother to volunteer of draw attention but she instructed the dragon to sit and stay on the table. it did so as she turned her glass up and drank what was left.