The Pirate

The salt wind calls to you because you once lived by it. In your past life, you sailed the Gulf as one of Lafitte's own—or perhaps as a privateer under your own black flag. New Orleans was your port, your marketplace, your refuge from the law. You understood that freedom has a price, and you paid it gladly. The Mississippi remembers your ship's shadow. Somewhere in the bayous, your treasure still waits.