Times had become hard for the young pirate gin. She needed to become a pirate in order to avenge the death of her father and destroy all of the ninjas, however this task seemed more difficult then she imagined. Every day when she walked her dog, Poogie, she'd ask the people around the port to help her start a crew. Unfortunately, most sailors in these modern times did not have much interest in becoming a pirate, nor did they seem to have much interest in following the orders of a young girl. What she needed most was the assistance of a profession. Like a pirate mentor.
Unfortunately, pirates are a rare breed and very hard to find. When they realized that ninjas far outnumbered them in the seventeen-hundreds, they called the cease-fire in order to rebuild their numbers. Ninjas may seem like a rarity, but there are vast amounts of them. They're just really hard to see most of the time. Attack a random bush with a stick sometime and you will find a ninja hiding in it. Unfortunately you won't live long enough to tell anyone that you've seen a ninja, but that is another story. In the meantime just remember that the pirates have always lacked a good marketing team, thus they have never been able to attract the numbers that they've needed. Though somehow they did manage to create an intresting parrot contact system with each other so they always kept in touch.
Thus the only pirate gin was able to locate was an old friend of her fathers, the Ninja-Pirate Nanito Rei. What was very unique indeed. Not only was she the only female captain around but the only known Ninja-Pirate in existance. Something about a girl ninja and a young swashbuckler and booze. Lots and lots of booze. There had been rumors as well of her unusual crew as well, but no other details were revealed. A tall woman with eyes and long curled hair as blue as the calm ocean before the storm. Stern, with a harsh face aged by many battles, and garments as black as a starless sky. That is the fearsome Nanito Rei. Or at least that's who gin was expecting to see. Who really showed up on her doorstep was a woman in her late forties dressed in a black lolita outfit, obviously dyed blue hair, fake eyepatch, and to top it off, an oversized novelty pirate hat with tiny stuffed animal parrot velcroed onto her shoulder.
"Howdy!" Nanito pounced forward and embraced gin in a giant bear hug.
"Miss Rei, I'm having a considerable amount of difficulty trying to breathe."
"Ah! Sorry about that!" She put the poor girl down. "Now what can I do you for? And cut it out with the 'Miss' stuff and just call me Auntie, will ya?"
"Alright... Auntie... I wish to become a pirate!"
"Ooooo... Just like you're father! Old Fluffy would be so proud of you! Now! Do you know how to sail?" gin shook her head. "Well. That's ok. Captains don't have to know how to sail. In fact, the only thing the captain needs to do is look tough, remember with the treasure is buried, and to beat the cotton-tails out of anyone who disagrees with them. Sailing and general care of the ship is the responsibilty of the crew, and things like vital rations and almost all the important decision making is best left to the first mate. Gotta be careful about the first mate though. Has to be someone humble and won't grow so big out of their britches that they'll try to overthrow you."
"I see... But Auntie Rei, no one wants to join my crew."
"Well of course not with you being a girl! Women are bad luck on boat! Shy-ooght, none of my crew is actually made of real pirates. Just some shiny gizimadoos that my first-mate Iceblake built for the ship. Him and me are the only real people on it. And let me tell you he built the nifty thing for when the wind blows wrong or don't blow at all. The mer-cat on the front of the ship turns into this ice beam that freezes the surface of the ocean, and hundreds of these little skater shoes pop out of the bottom of the ship and we just skate along to our destination. That's you're first problem. We fix that by pretending you're a boy. The second thing we need to work on is you're image. You need to be tough, and you need to have style. You can't just go running around with you're peasents clothing and pedigre pooch asking people to join you're crew. You've got to smack them across the face with an anenome and drag them on board. So grab that Poogie of yours and come on board! Don't worry about packing either, you can just borrow some of my old duds." She grabbed gin forcefully by the arm and started to drag her away.
"Wait! Where are we going?"
"To Scotland! We're going to make you a legend!"
