Cruel with a blade and handy on the rig, a sailing duck with an evil heart, but loyalty so big. She sails the "Wet Pig", the only ship she has ever known, her luck so dark, the sea is her only home. Oniwing, they name her, with a gaze as sharp as steel, She’s brought bad luck to many, she made them taste her steel. She dreams of golden blooms, a treasure soon to claim, to prove her worth and silence doubt, and rise to lasting fame.

Insert out of the main Lore : "The crew of the Wet Pig was as ragtag as their rickety old ship, a vessel barely fit to sail the unforgiving seas. Life had not been kind to them; this somber group of cutthroats bore the scars of a past marred by misdeeds, exiled from the treacherous waters of Quackingwax for crimes better left unspoken.
Oniwing led the crew with a devil-may-care attitude. A duck of dark reputation, Oniwing had a taste for dice and danger, her laughter echoing through the night as fortunes were won and lost in the roll of the bones."

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