Sitting in the crow's nest of her boat, reading a 'Sailor Moon' comic book that lay in her lap was a strange young girl wearing a dwarf helmet and a demented expression on her face. She also wore a black t-shirt bearing the legend 'Evil Genius' in white letters, a pair of blue skater pants covered in ink stains and dirt and a beige fur coat with bizarre pink and green embroiderings on the back. Her right hand was hidden in one of the pockets of the coat and in her left hand she held a pen like a cigarette- which she occasionally put to her mouth and chewed on thoughtfully.

It took a while for the girl to realise her boat was slowly sinking. She panicked, jumped down from her nest and staggered around the boat, waving her hands about like a looney and cocking her head from side to side...... like a looney. She grabbed a bucket and foolishly tried to de-water the boat... but something in front of her made her drop the bucket in horror (and no, it wasn't a mirror)

Three skeletons were hanging by nooses on the branch of a tree. Next to them was a wooden sign saying 'Bloomheads + Plagiarists ye be warned' The girl stood up and took off her helmet- letting her mass of tangled ginger hair fall down to her back. She held the helmet to her heart and then pulled her right hand out of her pocket. It was gnarled and blistered, covered in bruises and scars. With this hand she saluted her fellow girls and sailed on.

By the time she reached Port Really Nice, all that remained above the water was her crow's nest and the top of the mast, on which the girl stood proud and... well, not tall since there are ants that can look down at her but you know what I mean.
She simply stepped off the mast, onto the docks and began to walk in her strange way and still chewing on the pen that had seen better days.
"Hey!" A voice shouted behind her.
She panicked, expecting another lawyer to attack her like they did when she arrived at New Zealand.
"Wait just a second, young lady!" said the erm... man, who was in charge of the docks... let's just call him the er... Dockcharger. "It's a shilling to tie your boat at the docks!"
They both looked back at the sunken boat and the girl raised an eyebrow.
"Erm, I-er- shall need to know your name as well," the Dockcharger continued.
"Mouse," the girl said, pulling the battered pen out of her mouth for a few seconds. "Michaela Mouse." She put a shilling on the Dockcharger's book and left.
While the Dockcharger's back was turned, she picked up the pen he had dropped, smiled, and pocketed it.