Mary sat in her favorite place, atop the wall of Serpents Hold. The sea breeze lifting her long dark hair and the smell of salty brine filled the air. She watched as the sea vessels sailed to port,unloading their cargo,and picking up needed supplies for other towns. She sat gazing out over the sea,watching the waves crash into the wall barricade and thinking of her future. She had a decision to make, for it would effect her very being. She had the sea in her blood, a birth heritage from her father, a notorious pirate,and it was on that fact, that her decision would be made. As she sat looking out to sea, she thought back on her life ... She had been born in this sea faring town in a small cottage built near the ocean. Her mother had worked in the local tavern, her father it was said, one of many pirates that had passed through Serps' Hold. Her mother,Elizabeth,once had been a great beauty,catching the eye of many a sailor who brought her wondrous trinkets from other lands in hopes of earning a place in her heart. Elizabeth had accepted the trinkets, gave them a small kiss, and sent them on their way with their dreams dashed to the rocks like the waves on the shore. It was said, by the town gossips, that Elizabeth had only one true love, it being for a Swashbuckling pirate by the name of Tom Flint. When she became with child and delivered a dark haired infant girl, it was said that the baby was fathered by Tom. He would frequent the port and bring gifts to Elizabeth and the child she named Mary. Tom would sit Mary on his knee and mesmerize her with tales of sea life and the life of a pirate. Mary would listen with wide eyes,fascinated by his stories. When Mary was 10 years of age, Elizabeth became ill ,her heart broken in grief from the news that Tom's ship, the "Crimson Rose", had been seen downed at sea, after a raging battle with other pirates. There were no survivors. Elizabeth took to sitting at her window, staring out at sea for hours at a time. Through the years, Mary watched her mother go insane. Elizabeth would ramble on about the tavern and the folk that frequented it. She would speak to Tom as though he was still alive about his adventures at sea. Mary would stop what ever she was doing and listen for she learned about the local fishing and sailing route, the legends of the seas, and most importantly the stories of her father and his buried treasure. When Mary turned 18, Elizabeth passed away. It was said that her broken heart could bear no more. Mary was now alone. Tears coursed down her cheeks as she went through her mother's belongings. She found a small chest that held the numerous trinkets from sailors past, and the larger chest that held a small fortune in jewels and coins pillaged by her father and given to her mother. Running her fingers through the treasures, Mary thought about selling the jewels, and taking the coin and purchasing her own ship. She could make a modest wage with a cargo or fishing vessel. She sat, counting out the coin in the chest, and coming to the bottom, her fingers hit a small latch. A small door popped open, reaching inside Mary took out several bits of paper..paper that had the faint outlines of shores, of markers at sea, and the mark of a "X" upon them. Treasure maps! It had to be! Her father's buried treasures! So as Mary sat upon the wall, she made her decision, she would take the jewels and the coin from the chest given her mother, and the trinkets from the smaller chest and purchase her ship. But it was not to be as a cargo vessel, Mary would take to the sea's as her father did, search for his buried treasures, become his scion. Taking the one piece of jewelry that had belonged to her father, a medallion bearing the pirates cross, she placed it around her neck and set out ... A month later..standing aboard her ship, the "Crimson Rose II", a new Captain called for her flag to be hoisted..a rose blood red set on a black back ground, flew proudly in the air. As she stood at the helm, looking out to sea, she caressed the medallion,thinking of her father and mother. She gave orders to her crew to set the sails towards Britain. Towards new lands and adventures. Looking up at her flag, she smiled...and a new legend was born.