On a windy, rainy morning, sometime in the fall of 2006, a pirate who had boarded a ship to Midnight ocean got caught in a storm and marooned on the beach of Quetzal Island. Unable to find a ship to take her to her destination she spend some time exploring the island and some more time trying to repair ships, causing more damage than she repaired. One fine day she was checking other peoples shacks when she stumbled upon a lazy pirate sitting in his shack with no less than ten bottles of rum. She dragged the landlubbering Linchpin out of his shack by his ponytail and got him -kicking and screaming- unto her ship. Their ships have been known to fly across the ocean, faster than a cannonball ever since.