Her face had seen many a storm. Salt dried her wood and filled her crevices with crinkles of white.
Waves licked the hem of her dress when the ocean was angry and spray dampened her face when the wind blew.
She carried the spirit of the ship on each journey to foreign ports and through each battle with pirates that left the deck awash with blood.
She was the spirit of the Bonny Scot and the love of the Captain for he had carved her from the face of his dying beloved and set her as his figurehead to guide his ship as well as his heart.