Aramancia walked down the main street in the town of Selabendi. She walked with purpose as if she was looking for someone or something. In reality, though, she had no idea of what she was doing. She had a purpose; that was sure. But, she didn't know how to get what she wanted.
Her childhood had been a rocky one to say the least. Her father was an infamous pirate. He sailed the seven seas. Well, he probably sailed more than that. He had been all over the world, from the islands in the far orient to the great Viking empire of the north. There were even rumors that her father had met the Great Amund himself. Aramancia didn't doubt it. She knew her father loved adventure, and he would think that meeting the Great Tyrant of the Vikings would be a great adventure. She wasn't sure it was true. Her father would never admit it to her, though she asked him all the time.
Though she had a heart of stone like any pirate needs to have to survive, inwardly she was in pain. She hadn't seen her father in several days. There had been an horrendous storm. She had been thrown overboard by a strong wave. Hitting the water had knocked her out, and the next thing she knew, she was washing up on shore near the town of Selabendi in the kingdom of Elivand. That was at least fifty miles from where the ship had been out at sea. She didn't know what happened to the rest of the ship. She didn't know if the crew, including the captain (her father), was even alive.
Aramancia passed a bakery. The smell was overwhelming. She had to quicken her pace, for she had no money. But, a few paces later, she stopped. She gazed back at the bakery. There was a fresh loaf of bread at the end of the open-air counter. It wouldn't take much of anything to snatch it, she thought. I'll be really quick. No one will ever know.
She approached the counter slowly. Her heart raced; she had never stolen anything in her life. Well, she had ... but never by herself. She had always had the help of other pirates, her family.
As soon as she grabbed the bread, she ran in the direction she had come, back toward the shore. The bread vendor had been watching. He ran out into the middle of the street and yelled. "Hey, girl. Come back here. You better pay for that!" He shook his fist with that last phrase.
A nearby sentry heard the commotion and reacted quickly. He was closer to the shore than either the bakery or the running Aramancia. He easily grabbed her arm as she passed him. The change in momentum knocked Aramancia to the ground. The loaf of bread, though, stayed in her hand. Not for long, though, for the vendor came running up to the sentry.
"Thank you, sir!" He graciously took the loaf of bread from the sentry who had just snatched it from Aramancia.
"No problem," the sentry responded. Then, turning his attention to Aramancia, he added, "Thieves go to jail, and we never let them out." He laughed, and Aramancia couldn't tell if he was telling the truth or not.