Three Vigilantes

Abbi

You were arguably one of the best fighters in all of Holland. However, the problem was that people <i>were</i> always trying to argue with you about it. The biggest problem was always the fact that you happened to be a woman. And of course, it being the 17th century, countless peers had a bone to pick with you about it. At least, because of your prowess in combat, you were always able to silence the naysayers with a quick brawl.
Ever since you were as young as fourteen, you'd found yourself making money through bets in the neighborhood ring or even through local odd jobs that usually required a scrap or two. The older you became, the more mercenary jobs you were able to take on, and before long your name wasn't all that uncommon around the Netherlands.
Your fame is probably what landed you this new job in the first place. You looked out at the sparkling ocean, your eyes squinting in the midday sun. The boat rocked over the waves as it made its way steadily East, the horizon bearing no signs of land on all sides.
"Of all places," you murmured to yourself, "it had to be Japan."
You'd actually been preparing for this trip years in advance, and since it wasn't your first time there you already knew a decent amount of Japanese, not to mention the added years of vigorous study of the language. One of your connections was a merchant who frequently sold goods in Nagasaki, where an infamous vigilante group made its home. That's where you were headed. Apparently, according to your friend, they'd asked for you specifically to join their group, and apparently they made a decent amount of money, so you couldn't say no, especially since jobs were getting harder to come by these days.
All the details of the exchange aside, the only thing you knew was that you were given directions to a tea shop in Nagasaki and were told to ask for Mouri. You looked back down at the instructions written on a torn piece of paper in your hand and mulled the whole situation over. The knowledge that Nagasaki was only a few more days away only added to the mixture of anxiety and excitement burning in your chest.
(Time Skip)