little Karina

Salt clung to the oil-stained clothes of the woman leaning in the shadow of the pier, her hook gleaming faintly as she tilted her head toward you. The tattered wanted poster in her hand fluttered in the wind, half-torn, revealing only the reward amount. "I saw you looking at the mark on my neck. You're not here to turn me in, are you? Or are you also after that pirate gold I'm after?"