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There was something particularly serene about the gleaming waves and clear blue sky. Elizabeth placed her hands delicately on the windowsill, gazing out at the ocean with sea-blue eyes reflecting its glimmering surface. The pale, blonde woman wanted nothing more than to leave the wretched castle behind and set sail on the seas alongside a crew of dastardly pirates- and yet, she was tied to her role as queen, almost literally. Fear of what might happen to her kingdom if she allowed her advisor to take up the throne was all that kept her from leaving- and the threat of murdering her own family was what drove her to make terrible decisions on the adviser's behalf. Yet all she could feel was an unbearable longing for the oceans, always being tugged to gaze out at their sapphire waves and gleaming seas, tempted to walk along the beach and let the waves take her. Her left hand drifted up to touch the simple pendant she was wearing, a smooth Mother-of-Pearl gemstone on a necklace of pure white pearls. Loosening her hold on it, she turned to look back over her shoulders as the door to her living quarters opened and a particularly handsome man walked in. Her expression soured ever so slightly since she was never fond of the man she was to be wed to. It was an act of political sacrifice as well as another reason she wanted to leave the wretched place behind. She didn't say anything, only looking back out at the shimmering waves with longing in her gaze. She heard him shuffle awkwardly, his breathing catching in his throat as if he wanted to say something before he turned and left, shutting the door behind him. She closed her eyes, and slowly opened the windows. She took off her crown, setting it gently on the table and glanced down at the clothing she wore- peasants clothing that was stolen from one of the many male servants in the castle. Glancing at her vanity, she took her hair and bunched it up, grabbing the small crystal dagger on her dresser and using it to slice off her blonde hair, sending the locks onto the ground. With a few more strokes of the thin blade, she had managed to give herself a much more boyish haircut. She hadn't applied any makeup, leaving her face blotchy and unrecognizable. Grabbing the satchel she had filled with a few sacks of gold coins and a couple of necessities, she climbed out the window and scaled down the wall of the tower, using the ivy as a ladder. As her boots landed on the ground, she walked casually out the front gate- her appearance so much like a servant that the guards didn't even bat an eye. Her chest ached a little from the bindings she had used to flatten down her chest, but it was alright. Elizabeth had a goal in sight.

A good thirty minutes later, Elizabeth stopped right before the docks. She looked up at the massive ships, chewing delicately on the inside of her cheek before glancing over at a small shop that doubled as a bar. Elizabeth had changed a bit as well, sporting a single gold earring in one ear, and a swordgun at her hips. Furthermore, she had adopted a new identity- Elisha Winchester, a young twenty-year-old man with a thirst for blood and adventure. Essentially just a genderbent version of herself. He squared up his shoulders, scratching at the back of his neck before walking into the bar. Having spent a lot of time with his father, Elisha had learned how to project an aura that could silence a room upon entering and command the attention of all those in the area. Seeing that he was here to buy a ship and hire a crew, it was beneficial to him to use that skill. Stepping into the dark, alcohol-scented room he found himself the center of attention in a silent bar. His bag jangling quite loudly, he walked right up to the counter, and just to make sure that everyone knew he meant business he slammed his hand on the counter and leaned across it to grab the barkeep by the collar and yank him forward. "I take it you're the owner of this establishment, as well as the fleet of ships outside." He asked, his voice deeper than it truly was and his eyes narrow.

"Ah, yes." The man responded, nervously glancing off to the side and out the window that showcased the ships he had out in the harbor. "How-How may I help you, sir?" He drew his lips over his yellow and black teeth in an anxious grin, reminding Elisha heavily of a vulture as he did so.


(So, yes, Elizabeth is transgender. I also wanted him to leave behind the castle since I thought it would be fun for Sasuke and Elisha to cross paths and have Sasuke realize that he was right in front of the queen- who happened to be a pirate, and a guy.)