[Zhaya Curze]

Lucille checked her navigation charts and went to the helm "45 degrees to port helmsman" she says as she climbs the main mast to the crows nest and takes out her telescope. The Judge's Wrath, the flagship belonging to Lucille was at sea for the second month since setting sail from Spain and rations were starting to dry up, leaving the crew only able to eat every other day. Lucille took a zip line to the spar of the ship and relaxed in it's crow's next with a swivel and gun, the ship was nearing the carribean and the islands were just barely coming into view. "So far so good and no pirates" Lucille says as she shouts an order to her crew to keep their weapons clean, sharp, and ready, and to keep their eyes peeled for pirates. This was all for show, half the crew was sick and the crew would only be able to manage one deck of cannons at a time.