Captain Marlynn's Hat has survived monsters, mutinies, and maelstroms. Every fray is a badge of rogue's honor, a victory plucked from the slavering jaws of defeat and drowning death. Like sailcloth, ripped and stitched, time and again, this tricorne has weathered backstabbing buccaneers from Conniver Bay, sonorous sirens from Blackwater Strait, and titanic leviathans from Teramundr's Triangle.

Upon a skill so filled with piratical sand and daring do, it is a crown fit for a queen.