There was once a pirate who plundered the seas with a trash talking parrot.
The world then ended.
The pirate then ruled the ashes of that once prosperous barren wasteland with her parrot.
"Now that this desolate land is fruitless, i must resort to dwell in a more aquatic, biome."
Her & parrot then joined a narwhal society.
"Hahaha! Welcome!" a young, charming narwhal boy exclaimed at this unfamiliar face.
She lowered her head and swam in silence.
-a pirates diary, day 63-
"Negotiations are going well, they still don't know i'm a pirate"
-Narwhal youth's diary-
"I could tell them she's a pirate, but i don't think i will"
-a pirates