She’s strollin’ through the grass like a tourist with a sword, next thing ye know she’s harvestin’ fibers like a true survival scallywag. Not fightin’ dragons, not slayin’ beasts, just out here beefin’ with shrubbery and winnin’. And there she goes, pokin’ at crabs like they owe her gold. Forget treasure chests, she’s buildin’ her empire one slightly offended crustacean at a time. Ye can practically hear the game whisperin’, gather, craft, repeat, while she’s already ten steps ahead thinkin’, aye, this be me island now.

Truly a fearsome pirate. Not for Angora‘s swordplay, but for her unstoppable urge to turn random sand into real estate.

Angora writes:

＊˚*•̩̩͙♡•̩̩͙*˚𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗢𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗔𝗘 𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗧˚*•̩̩͙♡•̩̩͙*˚＊
ʙᴏᴛʜ 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖉 & 𝖘𝖔𝖋𝖙 sᴛʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇs