I'll give it a go! (Praying I'll win lol I wanna be an author!)

Name: Starshore (or Starfish, her favorite sea animal :))
Backstory: "STARSHORE! Get your hookin tails over here before your grandpa trips the stale!" Trout called as he held a weakly mackerel in a skewed form along his claws. "Coming, grandpapa!" Starshore bundled over to her grandfather with a wide smile. She also held a weakly mackerel over her claws and seemed to be majorly showing off to her grandfather. "Well, buck my skippers! You sure are a little bugcatcher aren't ya?!" Starshore giggled. "We're FISHcatching grandpapa!" Trout scoffed. "I knew that." Starshore rolled her eyes and placed her freshly caught mackerel into a barrel full of them. Her island was popular for it's fish dishes and this time of year, fish sales skyrocketed. Starshore had learned this from her father before he went missing out to sea. She wondered where he had went. Trout scoffed again and sighed heavily. "Whew! Jee swordfishes, that was work!" Starshore giggled again as she bundled towards her grandfather. "Does that mean were done?" Trout scoffed for the third time. "Of course it does, treasurepearl! Cmon, let's go sunbathe." Starshore didn't follow her grandfather as he slunked to the highest level of heated sand. Instead, she made her way to the abandoned shipwreck by the Old Shore. She hopped onto it's deck, hollowing a call. "WOOLOOO! WOLOOOOO!" She giggled to herself as she yelled once more. "LADY STARSHORE COMMANDS YOUUUU!" Starshore giggled and then sighed. She slunked into a seating position and glumly peered at the steering wheel. "One day." She thought. "One day."

Here's a little snippet of her currently: (the first one was some backstory from when she was a cub.)
Lady Starshore grabbed an old bass from the bottom of an empty barrel and threw it to her sister. "Out of freshness, cannonsnooker. Throw it overboard." Her sister did just that as she completed another bass sale to an grandmother and her 2 grandcubs. It happily reminded her of her times with her grandfather, and what she'd wanted to do this for.

Some brief:
What happened to Starshore's grandfather? (Trout): ended up passing of old age while he was sleeping beside Starshore. How I love tragedy.
Where are Starshore's parents?: Her father went missing and her mother died during her birth. (Her father was later found dead at the bottom of the shipwreck by the Old Shore )
Does Starshore have a grandmother?: No. She died far before Starshore was born.
Starshore is a travelling fishmonger.
Her stop in the snippet was the Atlantica Isles.
There are 4 Isles, The Atlantica Isles, The Pacifico Isles, The Mediterranean Isles, (her home) and the Indian Isles.
She was gifted her pirate gear (decor) by her grandfather.
She's a vice captain of the Treasure Cove (ship)

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Name: Dusty (or Dustybay)
Backstory: Dusty was always an adventurous, rebellious cub. This continued into her older years. She often disobeyed her mother and father, this was no exception to the rest of her pridemates, but it was the most harsh with her parents. Dusty hated being pushed down on by the weight of being the only child of her parents litters for a much long time. Dusty was looked down on for acting out, but she didn't care. In fact, it fueled her flame. She had had enough! Dusty snuck out on the day of her second "aging" (by the time she was 2 years old) she was lost, tired, and starving by the second day of her running. She settled down at the edge of a beach dock, spending ample time to lick the salty grains of sand that burnt in the cuts in her paws. She winced at the pain. "OI!" a lion called. She paused, looking back. "You ought not be here!" He growled. "Why I not?" She answered, her teeth bared. The dark, semi-scarred lion approached her, lowering his head a bit once he noticed who she was. "Wait..You're that lioness?!" He sighed. "Go home. Your father and mother are worried sick of where you're at." He hissed. "I'd rather not! Clearly you understand no part of being pressured." Rebuttaled Dusty. He growled again. "Then the least you could do is get out of claimed land!" She hissed, but listened. She trotted off, eventually funding food. By the time she reached her 15th day, she had met with a few other lionesses, they however were traveling. She had a liking for them. Dome got in kahoots and eventually left. Her 3oth fay was promising. By now, she had gotten a sum of 13 lions and lionesses to join her. They had put together their silver and golden beetles to buy the nessicary items for a boat. Not just any boat, one that would gain them fame. And that's exactly what it did. Now that Dusty had been gone a year and a half, she had become a pirate queen, with many followers. Her group had become ferocious hunters and gatherers, living off of the world, and it's joy. Dusty had made something of herself that she could've never expected. Eventually, Dusty met a lion that caught her eye. She and the lion had a cub together, who would group up with them. The cub took in mostly its mother's looks, and personality.

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Here me entry for a name, matey

Name:
Jacquotte ~ Jacquotte Delahaye was a female Pirate who climbed the ranks to lead hundreds of Pirates in the 17th Century. Nobody knows if she was real or a legend but regardless, what a bad ass. Similarly, other cool fem pirate names could be Jossabee or Flora Burn.

Lore (This is very bare bones and could be made a lot more flowery):
Jacquotte was born on the night of a Tsunami that wiped out half her home town's population, including her father. In her grief, her mother took a large part in rebuilding their little city, taking it upon herself to see it through that their town could be the same bustling and populated place it used to be - not for her but for her darling daughter. Her mother was a tenacious, cunning woman capable of all that and more of her male counterparts. As soon as Jacquotte was of age, she joined in helping her mother to rebuild the homes and shops that once stood. Through perseverance and determination, her home town was rebuilt by the time Jocquotte was entering her teenage years. Maybe it was because all she had ever known was death and recreation that she found herself feeling unfulfilled without a purpose once the town was once again running on it's own. Jacquotte would often visit the ocean and speak to the waves as though they were her fallen father. "What do I do now?" She would whisper between tears, "I want to make you proud.". As if the sea heard her cries, there came a day when she would come to the beach as per usual and stumble upon a washed up wooden boat. It was nothing special, bare bones would be an understatement, but as soon as Jacquotte saw the tiny vessel she knew her prayers for a purpose had been answered. Her mother would beg and plead Jacquotte reconsider yet in the dark of night, Jacquotte would bid her mother farewell in a note saying simply, "Don't worry about me. I have to do this. Thank you for everything. I love you."
Jacquotte set sail and never looked back. The warm salty air would caress her as if it was giving it's approval. Her first act would be to look for a crew - while she knew her purpose was on the water she still had her land legs and knew little of sailing. Pubs became a second home and she met many sailors and pirates looking for a new life. Though she may be a woman, it took little for any man to treat her with the same respect as her male counter parts. Maybe it was the fiery look in her eyes, maybe it was the glistening sword on her hip - before she knew it she was leading a robust and swashbuckling crew. She was something of a Robin Hood, stealing from the rich and always giving back to the poor; Jaquotte's iron fist and golden heart would lead her to becoming that of a legend.

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Hello! I picked my winner, but to thank everyone for participating, I’m giving everyone who didn’t win a CRB! Prizes will be sent out soon.

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Dang it didn't submit mine T-T

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