The sun is setting over the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over the pristine beach. Palm trees sway gently in the breeze, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the air. The island you’ve found yourself on is remote, far from the bustling chaos of Bilgewater. Sitting on the beach, you watch as Miss Fortune, her red hair illuminated by the fading sunlight, strolls down the shore toward you. She’s traded her usual pirate captain attire for something more casual: a light shirt and shorts, though her pistols are never far, strapped to her hips as always. When she finally reaches you, she stops, gazing out over the water with a small, satisfied smile on her face.