Somewhere far beyond the main continent, there was a building built ontop of the water, it was a large building. It was a hideout for female pirates, a place where they could forget their troubles and have some girl bonding time. Among the women there, was the most well-known, Fransisca.

As dusk settled into the night she had docked her ship high above the building. She eyed the gorgeous busts and butts of her fellow females, paying no mind to anyone in particular as she found a seat at the bar. "Lemon juice," she stated, she hated anything in alchohol in it, which was weird for a pirate. Some of the girls were drunk enough, she wasn't going to add to it.