"Check. Mate." The prideful sound of the pirate ship's captain resounded through the quarters of the ship known as Avarite. She smirked, leaning back in her chair, throwing her legs up on the table. The crew member, lanky and stout, threw his callused hands up in frustration. The young woman fluffed her long, silky brown hair, laughing heartily. "Oh, dear John, you poor thing. You can't even beat me at chess! Hand it over lad." She held out her empty hand, soon filled with a small bag of gold coins. She untied the rough string around the ends, then dumped the contents out on the table, counting silently. "20 coins!" she exclaimed in triumph, standing up and looking around at everyone else. "Anyone else dare to challenge me?" she inquired with a mischievous grin, tapping the edge of the dark brown wooden table. When none stepped forward, she scoffed in amusement, leaning back. "Very well, then." Taking all of the coins into the brown leather bag, she secured the strap to her belt, and left the dining area, heading towards the front deck. Walking up the steps, Clarice felt a chill sweep lightly across her skin as the midnight air became known. Her brown eyes darted across deck, searching for someone in particular. She glanced up at the crow's nest, sighing in relief. "Brady!" she called up to the cleanly shaven navigator. "Anything yet?!" Brady, a young man with gray eyes and narrow bridged nose, gazed down at his captain, then turned back to look out ahead on the salty sea water through his brass spyglass with golden rims. "Port Royal coming into view!" he bellowed. Clarice smirked as she headed up the top deck, the soles of her brown leather boots stomping against the wooden planks. The crew rushed out from below deck, every single one heading towards their stations. Clarice tilted her head back in a fit of chuckles that turned into loud, ungracious laughter. "I will get what I want," she stated with malice. "-And there is nothing you, General Ross, can do to stop me..."