Porlouge

The ship creaked as the wind rushed through the rigging, urging the ship on words through the water. The Ship, in years past would of had grown men quaking in their boots if they caught sight of it. Now they almost welcome it if they ever happen to see it.

The Ships name was The Flying Dutchman and it was almost unrecognisable from the plague ship it had been thirty years previously. It was finally doing the job it was supposed to. It's captain was a reluctant one, but the job was done none the less. The Captains name was Wilhelmina Turner, or Mina to her friends.

It has been nearly thirty years since she became captain, and in that time she had sailed to places she hadn't even know existed. The world was a lot bigger than she had ever imagined. She's seen from a far, lands that where not on any map she'd ever seen. While she herself wasn't able to go a shore, she was able to send her father to explore for her. It was during these explorations that they came across Westeros. They'd felt the pull of those that had died at sea and needed ferrying to the afterlife. They'd answered the call and found that this continent had it's own breed of pirates, who called themselves the Iron Born. Their ruling house's unofficial moto amused her, 'What Is Dead May Never Die'. She can say from experience that the Iron Born die just like any other men, and unlike Barbosa and Jack, and herself to a certain degree, they stay dead.

It was here she met Him. The father of her son.