Sonya Tyburn



Early Life

Sonya Tyburn was born in a small town in Albion in the world of Europa where she lived with her mother and father, who frequented the city for work. The town was called Brasmire by its few inhabitants. She spent her days learning from her mother and playing with the other children. Life was normal for her until just a few days after her eleventh birthday when a giant black metal airship appeared above the town in a flash of light. It brought a storm with it and bombarded Brasmire until nothing was left standing. Sonya’s mother placed her in the cellar under their house before the attack and a few well-built beams kept the building from crashing down on her. When she no longer heard explosions, she crawled out to see nothing left of the town but rubble. She noticed a strange symbol on the side of the ship before it disappeared just as quickly as it had arrived. She had never seen the symbol before, but it was burned into her mind as she scanned the ashes that had once been her whole life. She wandered the streets for a time, hoping for someone else to crawl out like she did. But no one ever did.

Just when she had given up, she saw a glimmer of hope in the distance as a ship appeared on the horizon. But as it neared, her heart sank. It was a ship she had been warned about by her mother: The Foul Gale; the pirate ship that supplied the slavers at port and in the big cities. She considered hiding, but even if the pirates didn’t find her, she wouldn’t survive out there alone for long. There were no towns close enough to make on foot before dark, and by then it would be too cold. The ship dropped a landing party that took Sonya aboard and into the belly of the ship. There were slave pens down there that were empty, indicating that they had just been to the market and sold their cargo. Unsure of what to do, and feeling hopeless, she laid down on the bench in the cage and cried herself to sleep. Because of her age and size, she was placed under the charge of the cook and did mediocre jobs, cooking and cleaning. She was on that ship for just under three years.

Life in Slavery

Sonya never discovered their reason for selling her, but she was sold to another slaver ship called Dorain’s Fear. She knew immediately that this ship was different. She could tell just by the way that they looked at her that these men were more twisted, and that something bad was going to happen. She was kept in slave pins with over a dozen others. At least at the last ship, she was allowed to move about the ship as she pleased. Here, that was not the case. For a few weeks, she was basically ignored. Someone came down to feed them all once or twice a day, and every now and then a slave would be taken topside for a time. Some came back, some didn’t.

Before too long, she finally discovered where those slaves were going and for what purpose. A nasty looking pirate with missing teeth came down late one evening. He scanned the cages until his eyes came to lay on her. She was sitting in a corner trying to hide amongst the group. He grinned and pointed at her. “You, come with me.” One of the guards stepped in and grabbed her upper arm and dragged her out of the pen, handing her off to the pirate. He took her roughly by the back of the neck and pushed her up the stairs, out of the brig. He took her up a level into and down a hallway to a room. He then pushed her in and closed the door behind him. She could guess where this was going, so as she stumbled into the room, she quickly looked around for something to defend herself with. On a small table next to the door, lay a tray with some used dishes. She grabbed for whatever utensil was on the plate and held it behind her back. The pirate turned to her with a hungry grin and began to remove his shirt. She wasn’t going to let him get any further than that. She jumped at him and plunged the fork deep into his left eye. He shrieked in pain and threw his hands over his face. Sonya ran for the door and rushed to release the three locks. Emerging into the hallway, she made for the stairs and could hear boot-steps behind her. She got up the stairs and pushed open the door, but unknown to her, one of the pirates topside heard the scream and was waiting for her. He clubbed her in the face and knocked her to the ground, unconscious.

Sonya awoke to find herself tied to the mast, her cheek and chest pressed against it. She was in a kneeling position, and as the throbbing in her head increased, she felt that her right eye was swollen shut. As her senses returned, she could hear a man addressing the crew, “This hasn’t happened in a long time, but we all know what happens to slaves that don’t know their place!” She strained to turn her head to see the man who was speaking. He was bald and muscular, wearing an armored leather vest. Next to him stood the scrawny one with missing teeth, but he was now wearing an eye-patch. He saw that she was looking at him and glared at her with clenched fists. The bald man, whom she assumed was the captain, gestured at someone she couldn’t see. “So, there are two forms of punishment, the first is by the whip, and the second will be decided by Grimble, whos eye she took.” He nodded his head and the Boson stepped into view with a whip in his hand. She took ten lashes with tears and screams, after which she was given back to Grimble. When he was done with her, she was bound and put in a separate cage in the back of the brig.

A couple of days later, they pulled into port and she was taken off the ship. She had never seen a place like this and it was much colder than she was used to. She was escorted by the Boson, who followed the captain through the crowded street. They entered into a warehouse where some men appeared to be waiting. The captain quickened his pace as one of the other men in a long blue coat turned and approached him. “Captain Riggs,“ He said, shaking the man’s hand.

“Sandarkan,” Replied the man in the blue coat. The Boson stopped her a few feet away. “Captain Riggs looked over at her. “What is this, I hope this isn’t what you are expecting to use to square your debt with me.”

“A minor set-back.” Said Sandarkan. “She stepped out of line and had to be made example of. But she’s worth a lot more than she looks: she can read and write.” He gestured the Boson to bring her closer. “And she has all her teeth.” He took her by the arm and mover close so the captain could have a good look. The captain gently took her by the chin and moved her face so that he could see the healing bruise over her eye.

“Does this eye still work?” He asked her. She winced at his touch and simply nodded her head. He turned her around and began to untie her hands.

“I wouldn’t recommend that, Captain. “ Said Sandarkan, stepping forward in protest.

Captain Riggs glared up at him. “Oh, please. This girl can barely walk. Much less run away or hurt me. You’re lucky I don’t skin you for what you’ve done to her. This doesn’t settle anything. Next time, you’d better bring me something worth some coin. I’m tired of taking your half dead slaves off your hands.”

Sandarkan opened his mouth as if to say something in response, but instead he merely pursed his lips, spun on his heel and left.

The Coral Dagger

Captain Riggs and his men led Sonya to their airship. It was slow going because she was limping, but the captain didn’t seem to mind. As they approached the skydock, she looked up to see a beautiful ship, larger than the ones she had previously been on. Across the side was a name painted in gold lettering: The Coral Dagger. The captain stopped at the end of the gangway and stepped to the side for Sonya to board. She stepped past him onto the ship and he placed a hand on her back to walk with her. As his hand touched her still fresh lash wounds, she flinched with a painful yelp. He removed his hand and looked at her tattered dress. He pulled a couple of pieces apart to see the cuts starting to putrefy. He grimaced at the sight and walked her to the infirmary. The captain had her treated until her wounds were fully healed. He had her temporarily living in a low level next to the brig. But after a couple of weeks, when they were in an empty patch of sky, high above the ground, he gave her free roam of the ship. There were only a few places she wasn’t allowed to go: the captain’s quarters, the cargo bay, and the loading dock where the scuttle boats were kept. The captain had warned any of his crew-men that if they messed with her, they would be punished.

Months later, she was still constantly searching for ways to escape, and it didn’t go unnoticed. One day the captain had her come to his quarters for a talk. “Sonya, I wanted to address your behavior. I know you have been treated badly in the past, but I brought you here and nursed you back to health. I hope you realize that for this you owe me a debt. Here is what I propose: allow me to trust you, and maybe you can earn your place on this ship.”

She considered him carefully. “And what exactly would I have to do to earn your trust?”

“Just promise me you won’t try to run away. I have plenty of things to offer you, teach you. But I don’t want to constantly have to keep an eye on you and worry about my crew around you. Like I said, if you show me I can trust you, perhaps you can earn a place on my crew.” He pulled a book from a shelf and placed it on his desk in front of her. “This is the first thing I can offer you.”

She looked down at the book, then up at the captain. She exhaled and thought about what the captain had already done for her. He didn’t have to take her from Sandarkan. “I realize you didn’t have to save me, and I thank you for that.” She picked up the book. “I will do what I can to repay my debt to you. But if any man lays a hand on me, they will get worse than a fork in the eye this time.”

The captain smiled, “So that’s what you did to earn that beating. I did wonder.”

Her brows furrowed and she yelled, “It’s no laughing matter!”

He raised his hands in apology, “No, I know it’s not. I didn’t mean it that way. What happened to you was an atrocity, and Sandarkan and his crew deserve far worse for everything they’ve done over the years. My crew are much more honorable than those men. They will leave you alone. I swear it.” He stood up and walked to the door to dismiss her. “There is a cabin for you down below. There are also some spare clothes. They will need adjustments, so I hope you know how to sew. Also feel free to borrow any of these books you want.”

Her new life aboard The Coral Dagger was enlightening. She knew she still wasn’t in control of her fate, but things also seemed more certain than they had a month before. She learned many things from the captain and his texts. He also found her fighting spirit most inspiring, so he decided to teach her to wield a sword and eventually, a gun. Four years after she came aboard the ship, she was practically a member of the crew and was even allowed to help the boarding parties. Captain Riggs had become a bit of a father figure to her and she felt that she was finally finding her place in the world.

They made port for a routine supply stop in a trading city one autumn evening. The captain asked if she would like to accompany him and his left-tenant into town. It had been a long time since she had left the ship and he knew she was tired of making her own clothes. She gladly obliged and prepared herself for the outing. They stopped in at an inn to get some food when the captain noticed that they were being followed. He seemed to recognize the man and told her not to worry about it. She sat down and he went upstairs to meet with the man that had been shadowing them. She had finished her meal and was still waiting for the captain to return when two men came and grabbed her from behind. Another man appeared and placed a cloth gag over her mouth. Even though she struggled with all her strength, she could not escape the three men. She felt relief when she saw the captain coming down the stair s of the inn. But as he drew nearer, her heart sank as the weight of the situation fell upon her. There were men all around him now, and another man was talking quietly to the captain, who was bloody and bruised. Tears streamed down her face as the captain came to her and said, “Sorry, darlin’. I tried everything I could, don’t take it personally. It’s just business.” Then the men carried her off as she struggled and screamed the captain’s name through the gag.

This new vessel didn’t have a name. She wasn’t even sure it was a pirate ship. They didn’t even put her in the brig. They chained her up in the engine room. She wasn’t sure why, but she figured it was probably that it was either that the brig was full, or too small to keep slaves. She also considered the possibility that they weren’t planning on keeping her for long. When that thought occurred to her, she swore that this was the end. She would no longer be a slave and that she wouldn’t be betrayed again. She was determined to escape this time, under any circumstances. She had enough length in the chain to move freely about the room. It surprised her that they thought she couldn’t do any damage. She didn’t know anything about engines, but breaking things is universal, whether it’s an engine or someone’s face. It only took her a few days to steal a wrench from one of the men that made rounds in the engine room. She used it to get the shackles detached from

the wall, and waited for all the men to gather in the mess hall for supper. She looked at the engine and found a few parts that she could loosen with the wrench, and then she tossed the wrench into the heavy, grinding mechanics of the engine. It immediately ground to a halt and started to billow smoke. The aft of the ship was her goal as she sprinted down the hallway, avoiding the occasional pirate running to his station. She got to the cargo bay and opened the rear loading door. The ship was quickly plummeting towards the ground. She knew that her timing would have to be perfect, but even if she didn’t survive, it would be better than this life. She clung to the side of the bay door, icy air smacking her in the face as the ground drew closer. A few seconds before impact, she threw herself form the ship.

She landed feet first in the snow and felt her legs crumple under her. As she lay on her back with snow landing on her face, she saw the burning airship crash into the ground a couple hundred feet away. As it slid to a halt, she smiled and allowed herself to fall into unconsciousness.

The Viroborov

The crew of the Viroborov had been watching the ship Sonya had taken down. It was a huge former-Russian warship that had been commandeered by freedom fighter Alexov Tyko. He decided to send his ground crew to scavenge and look for survivors. As they searched, they saw Sonya on the ground nearby. Tyko came down himself and carried her to the skiff up to the infirmary. She wasn’t unconscious for very long, but when she awoke, she could hear voices speaking in some strange language. She opened her right eye just enough to see a very large male figure facing away from her with at least two others. She was laying on some kind of surgical table, but as far as she could tell, she was unbound and they still believed her to be unconscious. She closed her eyes and slowly felt around: her shackles had been removed and it appeared that her leg had been splinted. As the men continued their conversation, she opened her eye again to get a better look. She saw a large bowie knife on the belt of the large man. The men started to turn toward her and she shut her eye and acted asleep again. Someone touched her hand and she jerked away, sat up and yanked the knife from its sheath, thrusting it into the large man’s outstretched hand. He winced a little, but didn’t move. He grabbed her wrist with his free hand and slowly pulled her hand away, removing the knife from his palm. As she watched, the wound closed and fully healed. She looked up at his face, shocked, and dropped the knife.

“Take it easy.” The man said with a heavy accent. He released her hand. “There’s no need for violence. We rescued you from the snow.”

“Rescued….” She began to slide back off the table away from the man. “Or taken hosta—AAH!” As she put weight on her feet, excruciating pain shot up her legs to her back. She fell to the floor.

The man walked around the table, the others simply watched and waited. “You have fractures in your legs. We were going to patch you up, but you will not be able to walk for a while. My name is Alexov Tyko, captain of The Viroborov.” He held up his arms as if gesturing to the entirety of the ship.

At that moment, a small young woman entered the room with a covered tray in her hands. Her smile faded as she saw Sonya sitting on the floor, holding her leg. She looked angrily at Tyko, setting the tray down and walking over to Sonya. “What did you do to the poor girl, Alexov?” She slid Sonya’s arm over her shoulder and helped her back up onto the table.

“I do? I do nothing. She stabbed me!” He held up his now healed hand for her to inspect.

She simply brushed it aside and turned back to Sonya. “I’m Caliopi. Don’t let Alexov scare you, he’s not that bad a guy. You guys can go, I’ll take care of her. Kit, will you bandage her injuries?” A small blond man in black can over to inspect her leg. Caliope watched the rest of the men leave the room and then opened the tray to offer her some food. She finally opened up to Caliope and told her everything she had been through. In return, Caliope told Sonya about this ship of misfits and what they fight for.

It was a month before she left the infirmary and looked around the ship. She was given a heavy fur cloak and allowed to wander wherever she wanted. She went above deck for the first time to be greeted by freezing wind. The captain was up there smoking a cigar. “So where are we?”

“Vhat do you mean?” The captain asked looking down at her.

“I mean, this isn’t my home. Is this even the same planet?” She pulled the cloak closer around her.

“Aaaah…no. We picked you up in a different place. We had never been zer before. Got zer on accident. Our trans-dimensional warp is not very good. We alvays end up in different places. Zis is my home. Zis…is Russia!” Sonya’s heart sank. She wasn’t even in Europa anymore. Tears formed in her eyes as she thought about her home that was no longer there and her family that was long dead. The captain noticed her despair and attempted to comfort her. “You know, there are many good sings about zis place. Your life back zer didn’t seem so good. Here, you can make new memories. If not, I’m sure you can find someone vith better travel….could perhaps take you back home, eh?” He patted her strongly on the back, throwing his cigar overboard and heading below.

Reputation

In the months that followed, Sonya learned about these new weapons and people in this world. She learned of the war that was consuming the planet. She spent a total of two years on their ship, helping them fight their battles. To escape a battle, they used their trans-dimensional warp for the first time since she had been rescued. They ended up in a dessert-like landscape not far off from a port city. Alexov planned to travel back home after resupply, but Sonya decided to make this her departure point. She thanked Alexov and the crew for two years of adventure, packed her weapons, and headed on foot for the city. Alexov gave her an open invitation anytime she needed an extra gun or a place to stay, she was welcome.

She entered the city and headed to a tavern. The sign above it read “Madame Maddog Mcrae’s House of Entertainment”. She came in and sat down at the bar, laying her bag at her feet. A busty woman dressed in flamboyant green emerged from behind the bar to greet her. “Hey there, Dearie! Can I help ya?”

Sonya smiled at the woman. “Just some water, please. I’ve been walking for a while.”

The woman filled a glass with water and set it in front of Sonya, who quickly chugged it. “You rent rooms?”

“Indeed I do. One night or extended stay?” She asked, writing on a small notepad.

“Not sure yet. More than one night, but it honestly depends on if I can find work.” She slid the empty glass back toward the woman.

The woman grinned excitedly, “Oooohh, well what is it that you do?”

Sonya shrugged. “Well, I guess you could say I’m a hired gun.”

“Well, my dear, I have some connections. I’ll let some people know you’re in town.”

“Thank you very much.” She stood up and picked up her bag, laying a few coins on the table. “A room upstairs?” She pointed her thumb over her shoulder.

“Yes, just pick one with the door open. Those aren’t occupied.”

Sonya then headed upstairs and got settled in a room. She got quite fond of the tavern and for a few months just did simple bounty and assassination jobs within short distances. Then one day, while sitting at the back of the tavern, reading a book, she was approached by a tall man in a suit, whos skin was metal. He approached her and held out a paper. She looked up at him and took the sheet from his hand. “My name is 6K. My employer has a job for you.”

She looked at the sheet of paper, which basically had a location, a name, and an image of the target. “And who is your employer?”

6K seemed to think for a moment. “I am not at liberty to say. This job and future jobs will go better if you know less.”

Sonya was somewhat suspicious of this but thought about past jobs and she had always followed the policy of no questions asked. She looked over the sheet again. “This is only a target and location. I have no means to get there. Not to mention my pay…”

He rose his hand slightly to interrupt her. “Your pay will be half a million dollars, no questions asked, and no investigating. You will meet us at the first coordinates, you will be taken to a rendezvous point near the target, do your job, and we will bring you back. It’s that simple. You’ve been building up your reputation here. You do this job for us, and your reputation will be solid. You will be able to get any job, anywhere.”

Sonya’s eyes widened at the idea of being paid enough to buy her own town. This was too good to pass up, even with the suspicions she had. She stood up with a smile to shake the man’s hand. “When do I need to be at the rendezvous point?”

He shook her hand to settle the arrangement. “1800 tomorrow evening.”

She nodded, “I’ll be there.” With that he turned and walked out of the tavern. It wasn’t until then that Sonya noticed how quite the tavern had become. As she looked up, everyone turned away and went back to what they were doing. She picked up her book and headed upstairs to her room to prepare. The rendezvous coordinates were three miles Northeast of the tavern, and she was there waiting when a small skiff arrived to pick her up. There was only a single pilot in the small vehicle and his face was covered by some kind of pilot gas mask. They rode through the desert for a short amount of time and then the pilot punched in some kind of coordinates that opened a portal. It was almost as if a purple thunderstorm split the air in front of them. She was afraid at first as they flew through the electricity that she wouldn’t survive. But all it left was a tingling sensation and some lightheadedness. When she looked up, they had gone from desert to forest in a matter of seconds. She looked around in awe as the skiff came to a stop. The pilot turned to her impatiently. “Head North and you’ll find your target.” His voice was very strange from under the mask. She hopped off the skiff and he said from behind her, “You’d better hurry. I’ll be back in three hours, but I won’t wait for you. If you aren’t in sight, I will assume you are dead and you will be stuck here.” She nodded in response and took off North.

She wasn’t sure what to expect, so she approached cautiously. She began to see the tops of buildings above the tree line after a couple of miles. When she emerges from the woods, she saw a medium sized town. She spied a large crowd gathering in an open area in front of what looked like it could be a courthouse. A clearing ahead of her made for a perfect position, so she set up her rifle and watched for her target. She watched as several people came up to the podium and made silent speeches almost a mile away. Then she saw the man she had been waiting for. It was an easy kill; no wind, no obstacles. She took the shot, packed up, and headed back to the rendezvous point. The black skiff appeared again as she approached. When they arrived back at the tavern, the pilot pulled out a package with her pay. “I have been advised to tell you that we look forward to working with you in the future.”

When she re-entered the tavern, she stopped at the bar, where Madame was standing. Sonya pulled out a wad of money and slipped it to her. “This should cover my tab and my room for a while.”

Madame’s eyes lit up. “I do believe so. Stay as long as you like.” She said with a wide grin, and went to stash the cash in the safe.

Sonya smiled “Let me know if anyone requires my services. You know where I’ll be.”

The Order

For months, Sonya stayed at the tavern. The longest she would leave for was about a week, and that was on a job. She was visited three more times by 6K and did jobs for him as requested. It wasn’t until she started hearing whispers from patrons of the tavern that her old suspicions came back. There was talk of towns, cities, and whole planets in the multiverse falling to a group called “The Order”. She couldn’t get anyone to talk about them for long. It was as if they were afraid to speak the name out loud. She wasn’t sure that she was still going to be in this part of the multiverse for long, so she brushed it off as a rumor. When 6K came to visit her again, he was not alone. A woman walked in front of him wearing a business-style suit and skirt with glasses. She was pale with Crimson hair pulled into a tight bun and bore the hardest look Sonya had seen in anyone’s eyes. When Sonya met eyes with the woman, her hairs stood on end. The rest of the tavern must have felt the same because the room fell silent. Some patrons even got up and left. The woman walked right up to Sonya and looked down at her. “Sonya Tyburn?”

Sonya stood, “Do you really need to ask? You obviously knew who I was long before you got here.”

“Yes, fortunately for you, we don’t want to kill you. I am Ilsa VonAuftrag.”

“Shall we sit?” Sonya asked, gesturing to the chairs.

“No need, I’m not staying.” She got a disgusted look on her face as she looked from the chair to the rest of the tavern. “This job will be the same as the others. But this one is more important. I wanted to see you and allow you to see me. Now you know who you’re working for.”

Sonya eyed her carefully. “Whatever you say. Where’s the information on the target?” Ilsa gestured to 6K, who brought Sonya a sheet of paper, just as before. Then the pair turned and walked out of the tavern. Sonya watched them leave, somewhat confused by what had just transpired. She looked down at the sheet. She was to meet the skiff in a half hour. She cursed and strode off upstairs to grab her gear.

On her way out the door, she saw Madame standing behind the empty bar. “Sonya, do you know who that was?”

“Ilsa Von-something,” she said as she ran past. “No time! Gotta go!”

This time, the skiff took her to mountainous area accented by red rock and granite. Fortunately, her trip would be mostly down-hill. She could see a city below her, but it was still too far away to have a good view. She travelled down the mountain for a long while; she had about 8 hours before she had to meet back with the skiff. She spied a clear cliff face that hung over the city and decided to set up there. The city in the valley was beautiful and crystalline. She had previously thought that having a target that was inside a building would be difficult to spot, but now seeing all the glass walls and massive windows, it wouldn’t be so challenging. She set up her rifle and laid down to set the scope. Her pistol was jabbing her stomach, so she removed it and placed it on the ground next to her elbow. She set the sights for the scope and calibrated in wind trajectory and variable factors that could affect a shot from this range. Occasionally, she would check behind her out of habit, to make sure no one was trying to sneak up on her.

It must have been two hours before she saw a procession of people travelling down the large hallway in the capitol building. The walls and dome were glass and she could see the crowd easily. She wasn’t sure what it was for or where they were going, but she saw her target near the back of the group. He didn’t look like anyone important; he wasn’t even wearing a suit. All of her previous targets for this client had been businessmen or politicians. She watched for a little longer and studied the faces of the crowd to ensure she had the right target. At that moment, she noticed a figured, dressed all in black. She couldn’t make out his face, but she did see that he had some form of red armband on. Memories came rushing back to her as the symbol that was burned into her mind in her childhood became visible on the armband. It was that same symbol that was on the warship that destroyed her town. She sat up on her elbows trying to catch her breath as she remembered that frightful night.

Unbeknownst to Sonya, Ilsa had followed her and have been watching the whole time. Then she saw that Sonya wasn’t going to take the shot she stepped out from the shadows and pulled a small pistol. She was just about to shoot Sonya in the back when a man in full heavy leather armor came up and pistol-whipped Ilsa in the back of the head, catching her under the arms and lowering her to the ground. Hearing the tussle, Sonya grabbed the pistol on the ground next to her and rolled onto her back, aiming in the direction of the noise. At the end of her barrel, she saw the armored man, with his hand on Ilsa’s neck. He looked up at Sonya and then came to his feet. He wore a trench coat under his upper body armor and a hat that reminded Sonya of some kind of sheriff. He pointed down at Ilsa as he spoke “She’s gonna wake up in about a minute. My ship leaves in three. Be on it or don’t.” He shrugged as he turned and walked back toward the tree line. Sonya hadn’t even heard a ship nearby. Was it possible that it had been here the whole time and she just missed it? She looked from Ilsa to her rifle and debated taking out the man in with the armband. She grabbed her rifle and gathered her belongings and ran to catch up with the man in armor.

Isabella

She caught up with him and followed along behind until they emerged from the treeline to a clearing with an airship parked in it. The man stopped at the gangway and turned to her, “I am Captain Cedric Whittaker and this…” He turned to pat the hull of his ship, “Is the Isabella.” He turned back to look her dead in the eyes. “Now, I’m gonna let you on my ship, but I’m gonna an eye on you. And if you even think about makin’ a move against my crew, I will no longer be nice. Understand.” Sonya nodded in acknowledgement. He led her up the ramp and the ship started to take off. Her current whereabouts are unknown, but she is occasionally seen in the tavern and it is believed that she is in hiding under the protection of the Isabella and its crew.