Kris Rivel, or just Kris as she prefers, came to be in the pirate life from a serious accident of fate really. In truth, the pirate captain, Le Beck, had fallen across hard times with his crew. Out on the rough waves for months with no sign of land, their food supplies had dwindled to near nothing.
When they happened across a lost fishing vessel then they thought it to be a blessing of the gods but as they boarded the vessel the mood soon became sullen as it was clear that the crew had died long ago and there was nothing of their catch left aboard in edible condition.
In desperation, the pirate crew began to deploy the fishing nets they had pilfered from the vessel and offered their prayers to the gods that they be blessed with the bounty of the ocean. For without such fortune they would surely die.
When their nets did rise the band of ruffians was overjoyed to find that the gods had been merciful and their nets were, indeed, full of fish, and yet as they let their catch out onto the deck they noticed a single fish quite larger than all the others.
A young girl merfolk had apparently been caught in their net and had been knocked unconscious on the drop down.
Many of the crew expressed a desire to toss the shark-featured girl back out to see, as she was likely cursed, still others took one long look at her through those hunger-mad eyes and suggested lunch.
But, Captain Beck knew better. He saw what all the other layabouts of his crew failed to see. Opportunity.
He demanded that the girl be nursed back to health and then given a job to repay her life-debt to the captain, a deck swabby.
It wasn't long until the girl had grown into a fine young woman, fit of body, and foul of mouth as any sailor. She overcame any difficulty she faced at having no legs and even learned to master climbing the rigging. Her strong tail and muscles mad her even more valuable as a fighter. Her skill with blades and brute strength more than made up for her complete lack of intellect and saved the crew from many a precarious situation.
But as a young merfolk often does, she soon developed a wander-lust and, one night, slipped off on her own to begin her own privateering venture. But she would need a ship, and a crew. And for that she would need money. And as the young woman eyed over the notice for settlers to join the cruise out to Azlant she flashed a toothy smile. Crews like this would always pay well for an extra pair of strong arms and couple sharp blades to boot.
