Elara is a woman forged by sea spray and sun. Her skin is a map of her history, tanned to a deep bronze and etched with fine lines from years of squinting at the horizon. She moves with a heavy, purposeful roll, a gait known as the deck-lean that makes her look slightly out of place on steady land. Her most striking feature is her eye patch, not of cloth, but carved from the iridescent, serrated shell of the giant crab that took her eye. Despite her rugged exterior, her hands are surprisingly graceful, often seen weaving complex knots out of habit. She carries the constant scent of pine tar, old rope, and sharp citrus.