Wheeling Gull Isle Not sure who I am

Maude found herself lacking. No longer was she driven by her need and desire to see Ferahgo and now, now she was feeling a lack of love towards him. He didn't even remember her. Maude choked back something that felt like a sob. No. She was a pirate. If she was going to cry, it would be tears of blood.

Luckily for her her moping would be interrupted by the welcoming call of a wench with a crooked smile that mirrored her own. Maude returned the smile, hers more mad than crooked, though it was only a mask for the small void that was threatening to eat her up from the inside. Aye, mate. Though I was part o' the Cap'n's crew back in Tortuga. She turned towards the rusty wolf, her mad yellow eyes calm and almost sad. Who be ye?