Wheeling Gull Isle Not sure who I am

Maude flinched at the praise, her eyes widening slightly with fear as the female sat next to her. Memories of another captain from long ago filled her mind, breaking her concentration for just a moment. Maude moved over, furthering herself from the golden female. Me name's Maude. Somes call me Mad Maudie. She smirked, her mind replacing the traumatizing thought with a burst of madness that reflected in her eyes. She was mad for a reason and that man was one of them. His name was long forgotten but his actions weren't. Maude would have cursed herself for her show of weakness had she not felt a pit of uncomfortableness in her stomach, riling her up and putting him on edge.

Wait, him?


This wasn't good. Not at all.