Bloody. Freaking. Pirates. Ransacking the coasts, pilfering spoils, raiding warehouses, total disregard to everything orderly. Scoundrels, thieves, murderers! How Penelope hated pirates. Grabbing her father's old musket and sword that sat in the den on their respective placard, she hiked up the hem of her skirt, marching towards the front door. A servant bustled along side of her, "Miss Walters, please!" she pleaded, "Your father would be furious if you take action! Just let the guards handle this!" The young woman glared at the mousey servant girl, "My father is half way across the sea, what he doesn't know will hardly hurt him!" she snapped, bursting through the double doors, musket in hand and at the ready. She took careful aim at one of the pirates that had been ransacking the port, firing when the moment was right.