Raksrianore T DesMarion
Legacy Name: Raksrianore T DesMarion

The deck is swabbed clean, no debris or garbage laying about. Canons, canonballs and ropes were neatly stores at their rightful place. The captain obviously takes pride in his or her vessel. It was a magnificent ship with stunning detailing, even the masts had carvings going all the way around and up it. The sails were black, with gold trimmings and the Jolly Roger swaying in the wind atop of the mainmast. The crows nest was decked out in gold trimmings like the sail. The figurehead in the bow was of a beautiful woman with wavy, windy hair, making her seem like she was riding the waves as the ship moved along the ocean.

'Heave ho!' a female voice cried out from the stern. You turned around to see a female pirate giving orders while steering the ship to their destination.
Looking at this pirate gave you the impression that she was the captain of this ship and that she does not tolerate any nonsense from any of her crew members aboard this ship.
You begin to walk up the stairs to the stern of the ship where she was, to talk to her would be a feat in itself because of the way she was talking. And you want to know her story.
She turned her eyes at you and gave you a hint of a smile.
'Ah, I be seein' ye be awake. Tookst ye long enough! I got work fer ye.' she said while turning the ship wheel slightly making the ship move slightly to the left.
'You be seein' them cannonballs o'er thar?' she said, pointing to the cannonballs next to the first cannon at the bottom of the stairs.
'I want ye t' stack them like th' ones that be in th' next pile. That`s yer first task aboard this vessel until we reach th' next port an' ye keel haul ashore.' she grinned at you.
'That be, if ye want t' go ashore? I be havin' room fer another crewmate.'
You nodded your head and rushed down the stairs to start the task appointed to you.When you had finally finished the stack of cannonballs, you wiped the sweat on your forehead off thinking you had done a good job stacking them.
'Great job young one. How about some food t' ease yer hunger? 't gets rather lonely in th' captain`s quarter at dinner time. I could sure enjoy th' company' she said and started to walk down below deck.
Captain's quarter? She was the captain? You would have never thought a captain of this ship to be female. You walked down after her.

When you got below deck an into the Captains quarters, you see a stunning room filled with treasure chests, paintings and clothes. A huge, gorgeous desk was in the rear of the room, neatly organised with maps, navigational tools, ink and pens with all sorts of feathers. The desk itself was massive oak decorated with gold lines and details, three drawers on each side and one in the middle, in the middle of it was a rare looking compass.
'A compass be a sea dogs best matey.' she said as she picked the compass up and put it in a special bag she had on her belt, along with her gun, cutlass and maroon coloured hipscarf.
Oposite the desk was a table decked with all sorts of food, from chicken to beef, fruits, cheese, bread and wine, but most importantly the rum.
She gestured for you to sit down, the chairs were even beautiful. Oaken chairs with maroon pillows and gold detailing.

As you begin to eat the mouth watering food, you try starting a conversation.
'Are you the captain?' carefully but curiously you ask.
'Yes, I be th' Captain o' this ship. Ben fer many voyages. ' she said while streaching over the table and grabbing a chicken leg.
You introduce yourself and asked how she ended up on this ship and as a Captain.
'Oh, forgive me, 'ere be me manners. Me name be Raksrianore Totalis DesMarion, ben a Captain o' Th' Siren since me an' me husband who be now dead bought this ship about 10 voyages ago. He washed overboard 6 voyages ago durin' one o' th' worst storm I had ereseen in all me life as a seafarin' hearty. After his passin' I became Captain, but 't wasn`t easy. Me bein' a girl an' all. Th' crew dont like lasses onboard ships, its bad luck accordin' t' them. So I got rid o' th' crewmembers I didna trust an' ended up wi' this jolly gang.' she said smiling at you for being curious about her.
You continued to eat, but restlessly as you had a million more questions to ask her.
'I be seein' ye still be havin' questions t' ask me? Go starboard ahead. I dasn't bite... much!' she uttered as she gulped down some rum.
You looked around, admiring the room you are in then turn to Raksrianore and ask her simple questions about life as a pirate.
'A buccanneer life t'ain't th' best way t' live a life if ye be an honest man or lass who follow th' rules o' landlubbers. But I love 't an' so does me crew, we feel free. Answerin' t' nobody but me an' me crew, well nearly. We do follow Th' Code, which be what ever' buccanneer do ( an' ortin' ta ) follow.' Raksrianore answered with a piece of bread in hand and a goblet of rum in the other.
'The Code?' you asked curiously. 'A sea dog code be a code o' conduct invented fer governin' sea dogs. Generally each sea dog crew had its own code or articles, which provided rules fer discipline, division o' stolen goods, an' compensation fer injured sea dogs.' Raksrianore replied.
Raksrianore got up and fetched a big dusty old book from her book stand in one corner of the room, turned a few pages and showed you a page.

'Read this.' she said.
You read:
Bartholomew Roberts' articles.

I. Every man has a vote in affairs of moment; has equal title to the fresh provisions, or strong liquors, at any time seized, and may use them at pleasure, unless a scarcity (not an uncommon thing among them) makes it necessary, for the good of all, to vote a retrenchment.

II. Every man to be called fairly in turn, by list, on board of prizes because, (over and above their proper share) they were on these occasions allowed a shift of clothes: but if they defrauded the company to the value of a dollar in plate, jewels, or money, marooning was their punishment. If the robbery was only betwixt one another, they contented themselves with slitting the ears and nose of him that was guilty, and set him on shore, not in an uninhabited place, but somewhere, where he was sure to encounter hardships.

III. No person to game at cards or dice for money.

IV. The lights and candles to be put out at eight o'clock at night: if any of the crew, after that hour still remained inclined for drinking, they were to do it on the open deck.

V. To keep their piece, pistols, and cutlass clean and fit for service.

VI. No boy or woman to be allowed amongst them. If any man were to be found seducing any of the latter sex, and carried her to sea, disguised, he was to suffer death; (so that when any fell into their hands, as it chanced in the Onslow, they put a sentinel immediately over her to prevent ill consequences from so dangerous an instrument of division and quarrel; but then here lies the roguery; they contend who shall be sentinel, which happens generally to one of the greatest bullies, who, to secure the lady's virtue, will let none lie with her but himself.)

VII. To desert the ship or their quarters in battle, was punished with death or marooning.

VIII. No striking one another on board, but every man's quarrels to be ended on shore, at sword and pistol. (The quarter-master of the ship, when the parties will not come to any reconciliation, accompanies them on shore with what assistance he thinks proper, and turns the disputant back to back, at so many paces distance; at the word of command, they turn and fire immediately, (or else the piece is knocked out of their hands). If both miss, they come to their cutlasses, and then he is declared the victor who draws the first blood.)

IX. No man to talk of breaking up their way of living, till each had shared one thousand pounds. If in order to this, any man should lose a limb, or become a cripple in their service, he was to have eight hundred dollars, out of the public stock, and for lesser hurts, proportionately.

X. The captain and quartermaster to receive two shares of a prize: the master, boatswain, and gunner, one share and a half, and other officers one and quarter.

XI. The musicians to have rest on the Sabbath Day, but the other six days and nights, none without special favour.

'As ye can be seein', Code number 6 be broken onboard this ship. But thar be also another set o' rules set down by someone named Captain Jack Sparrow. Which be highly regarded onboard this ship, th' lad's bein' a good mate o' mine. ' Raksrianore said with a hint of a grin on her face.
She turned the page and showed you another set of rules.
I. Ye have a right to declare 'Parley' in which the person who be declarin it be taken to the enemy captain for negotiations and is to remain unharmed by his crew until such times an accord has been made.
II. He who falls behind is left behind.
III. Take what you can, give nothing back.
IV. A marooned pirate is given a pistol with a single shot with which to kill himself if he be fearin' the certainty of starvation.
V. Only the Pirate King has the power to declare war and during war, only the Pirate King has the right to declare parley.
VI.The Pirate King is elected by the Nine Pirate Lords, with a plurality necessary for election. Anyone caught bribin' are to be shot.
VII. Fight to run away.
VIII. Honesty is the best policy for someone else.
IX. Make sure the rum is never gone and never trade the rum.
X. When in doubt, shoot the monkey (if undead).

Raksrianore looked at you whilst reading the set of rules laid down by Jack Sparrow. As you finished reading them you looked at her, smiling and asking her where you met Jack Sparrow.

'That be a good story, but I be lily livered its a rather long one an' we dasn't be havin' time fer a long story. But I can say this; we met huntin' fer th' same booty, but wantin' different things from 't so we joined crews an' hunted fer 't together. As thanks he gave me his compass an' I gave th' lad's somethin' quite valuable o' mine.' she said and turned to her glass of wine.