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[ Shiara Cazarin ]

It was a miserable day in Liverpool.  Shiara had only arrived that morning on a ship from Africa.  Before that, she'd trekked with a trade caravan across part of the middle east, to get from the Indian Ocean to the Mediterranean Sea.  Before that she'd taken several ships in succession to get from her island home in the Pacific to the middle east.  It had been a long journey, and maybe she could have found work sooner, but she wanted to see the world -- and boy had she seen all sorts of different places!  Her wanderlust was far from satisfied, of course, which was why this evening she found herself, soaking wet, in the Galley.

It had taken some discreet asking aroudn to find the place, located in the basement of a butcher shop, but the place was surprisingly large -- and surprisingly quiet.  She ordered a drink and some peanuts, and settled in to wait.  Fortunately, she had plenty of time to dry off.  Only her thick curls were still damp when the bartender hollered to the man sitting in what looked like a prison cell.

What followed was a fascinating display of magic, one that made Shiara's skin prickle.  Many of the other prospective pirates left, disgusted or overwhelmed by the show.  And that was what it was, of course -- a show, to impress the newbies and scare off those not suited to the life.  She stood up, leaving Ainel with the remainder of her peanuts, and went to stand with the other two ladies that had come to apply.  One was apparently a child, but Shiara sensed age behind that mask.  No way a child have come if she wasn't more than she seemed.  The other had darker skin and an unusual looking blade.  Almost certainly a foreigner, just like Shiara herself.

Bone Chime himself seemed very confident.  Shiara suspected what would follow was a show of power, to impress upon them his captain status -- and to assess their abilities in turn.  "Senki, I think you're up this time," she muttered under her breath.

You got it, Boss. came the inaudible reply.  Senki, master thief, hovered at her shoulder, ready to go.  The black-clad spirit was even better with knives than Shiara herself, and her underhanded tactics would no doubt prove useful in the coming fight.

"I have no questions," Shiara said aloud, glancing at the two she'd be fighting alongside.  She wished she knew them better, so they could coordinate their attacks, but instinct would have to do.
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