Tiling her head gratefully towards Winona, Pasha could already feel the heavy weight of dread in her stomach lifting slightly. She was aware that being an able sea woman and veteran sailor herself the older woman would have been a much more viable and popular choice for the Captaincy.

“Ewer heard of the Isla del Risa? There is a cawe on the Northern peak that is rumoured to hawe enough gold and treasures for a queen. D’finitely enough that eweryone get’s their share.” She informed Winona loudly enough for the entire crew to hear.