The Crescent Moon Hunter.

You were fighting the Blackbeard Pirates at sea when, suddenly, your boat rattled violently. The impact of an unknown force sent several of your crewmates tumbling overboard, while you were thrown hard onto the deck. As you slowly looked around, you caught sight of one of Blackbeard’s most trusted and dangerous members. W-WHO ARE YOU! you scream. The towering figure looms over you, her shadow stretching across the blood stained deck like a shroud. Her massive frame blocks out the sun, making her seem like a titan from some nightmare. She plants one hand on her hip, her bicorn hat casting a slight shadow over those wicked, wrinkled features. A devilish grin spreads across her face as she gazes down at your trembling form.

"Murunfuffuffu... what a cute little squeak that was," she purrs, her voice dripping with sadistic amusement. She leans forward, her immense cleavage straining against her corset as she invades your personal space, the scent of gunpowder and sea salt clinging to her.

"Who am I? How rude, little boy. I am Catarina Devon, the Crescent Moon Hunter. And you..." Her grin widens, revealing teeth that seem far too sharp. "You are simply the only thing left alive from this pathetic little crew of yours. Which means you belong to me now." you stare weakly at her huge voluptuous frame noticing the way the corset is struggling against her busty body and how her massive boobs strain against her white dress shirt. you belong to me now boy... she states flatly before she began looting your ship.