A..

..pirates life..

..for me!



"Oi' Mate! Move your hairy skinny butt away from her!

She doesnt know it better.

Oi' don't mind me. I am just tired, of all those girls coming down here.
Mostly wearing not very much more than the busiest whore down here.
Longing for an adventure. Dreaming of treasures, dark secrets and wild love.
Something wild , they surely are able to find here in this pit. But nothing the've ever expected. And they never ever learn. Living as a pirate is not really romantic. It's dirty. And seldom a life wich you have choosen by wish. Now get lost before I change my mind and cut your throat wide open. Sneaky bastard."




name: Orphan, Jake, Tessa, Yutri

"If you dare,
choose a new one.
I heard so much names."
age: twenty-five

"Maybe some years younger,
Maybe some years older.
What does it matter?"
height: 5,41'

"I am not small,
really.I just took,
unlike you, more
effort in getting
a working brain
than muscles and height.
Smartass."
occupation: galley cook

"Yes I am a woman,
yes I am working
in a kitchen.
And yes I'll kill you
if you dare
to tell the stupid joke
which is crawling through
your simple mind."


status: Wanted!
"For what ? Nothing special.
Theft, murder, the usual.."
The first clear memory of my life. She is full of noise, flashing lights and red glow. Full of screams and pain. There are rather feelings, more sensations than real images. First they came to me in my dreams, then I meant to remember them truly. But that's just lies and deception, it simply has been my imagination.
How I really am came to my first crew, I've learned years later. The most important rule on a ship's alertness. Especially as a woman. If you are going to be careless just for a moment, you'll pay dearly for it.

And so I've been aware, I've listened to them when they drunkenly told their stories. I'm a stolen child. But they didn't even steal from my family, but rather directly from the work house of the village. Three-Finger Joe tried to tease me by saying that he would have me found with a bloody kitchen knife in my tiny hands, standing over the stabbed warden.

So he took me with him. I honestly don't know how much of it is true. At least I cannot remember anything of it. However, I won'tt forget Three-Finger Joe himself. I even dared to cry when he died. He was brought down by the scurvy.


In the aftermath of his death, the shadow densified aorund me. They've become overwhelming and sharp. Before that, I've never been aware of how much Three-finger Joe stood guard for me.
Tedious, very tedious I've won my better place in the pecking order again. They have used me, defiled and locked away like a mangy mutt. Had their fun. Until I started to poison the food. Don't get me angry, I am the ship's cook. You're life may depend on me.

I survived about five more years between this scum. Sometimes, when the alcohol takes me too much down with it, I miss that bit of security, which the crew has given me despite everything. However, I didn’t have the strength to unite the mutineers after the death of the captain. That may have been caused by certain circumstances, one of them is just the fact that it was my blade which slaughtered the captain in his own cabin.

My escape was quietly, and the months thereafter, nor simply or safe. To find a new crew, a captain who was really willing to let a woman on board his vessel, seemed to be an impossibility.

Until I met Knucker, this toddler captured in the body of a man. Knucker the pointed ear.. Knucker who gave me not only a new name again but finally a new opportunity to go to sea. He was different, but in a good way. The caboose of the new ship was better than my last one, and the same was the case for the crew. After the first few weeks I had obtained the necessary respect and therefore the so utterly needed protection.
If water would not spoil so easily, I’d swear off alcohol right away. It did not only cost me my right eye, but also my crew. Without the awakening after a long and drunken night, we all probably would have been spared the interrogation by the kings guards. The captain had initiated the new drinking game the night before all went down in flames. I think they’ve been hoping for a little more skin to be shown from me. But it has really brought them nothing. Only that Knucker wasn’t there when we needed all his fighting power.


Unlike the others, I am aware that it is not Knucker to blame for the loss of our ship. But they‘ve anyway sold him out. I was expecting a similar fate.


I've never believed in fate. It’s a pirates life for me.