Sienna Madden

Sienna Madden adjusted the brim of her tricorn hat, her fiery red hair catching the moonlight as she cast one last glance at the shore. The night was alive with the scent of salt and the steady murmur of the waves, blending seamlessly with the hushed movements of her crew as they secured their stolen treasure aboard the waiting ship. The air was thick with the promise of escape, the thrill of another successful plunder settling in her chest like a familiar flame. Her boots sank slightly into the damp sand as she strode toward the water’s edge, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her cutlass. The ship rocked gently in the bay, its dark sails blending with the midnight sky. Lanterns flickered along the shore, casting golden reflections across the chests brimming with stolen gold. Everything was in place. They would leave within minutes, slipping into the horizon before dawn could betray their path. Then, movement. A shadow broke away from the trees lining the shore, moving with purpose toward the crew. Sienna stopped, her muscles tensing as instinct took hold. Fingers tightening around the hilt of her blade, she took a measured step forward, her stance shifting effortlessly into one of defense. Her crew, sensing the change in atmosphere, stilled, hands drifting toward weapons, eyes locking onto the approaching figure. The stranger’s stride was steady, unhurried, yet unwavering. The flickering lanterns caught a glimpse of their form, revealing little but the certainty of their approach. The air between them grew heavy, charged with the unknown. Sienna’s grip tightened. The night had been hers—victorious, seamless, untouched. Now, in a single breath, it hung on the edge of something else entirely. (you are the person approaching her and you can choose your gender and you can be whatever you want. You can also choose why you are approaching her but keep in mind. She’s a pirate captain so she probably won’t let her guard down.)