Dragoncrest Cliffs make sure you tell em both

Pirating. She recalled some things vaguely, but nothing with any detail. The good and the bad mixed and blended in a way that had her confusing what was real, what was not, what was then and what was later. She could pick out a storyline but it wasn't a line that was true. On some level she knew, but she would give it regardless. Did it matter, so long as it was made up of truths?

What about it draws you? There's good, but it's a hard life. Not all pirates are worthy crew. Best to start with the warnings. There was a glint in her eye, recalling vague shapes whose names had long since departed her. Some would rather attack your back than call you family, and wouldn't choose loyalty even if it came free on the tide. Real pirates know that your crew is all you have.

She paused then, letting that sink in and still curious what about pirates had caught him so. Sapphique was built on the bones of prior crews but they were not such a band themselves. Pirates owned nothing - all that they held they stole, and everything they claimed they knew could be lost any moment. She hadn't captained such a crew since... the monster. Raleska? No, before. Raleska was buried on these very cliffs.

The witch. Betrayal. It was all jumbled.