Nebula's eyes flicked briefly down to the contraption on the girl's knee. And then back up to her face. "I don't see why that should stop you," she said. "I know plenty of good pirates with wooden legs."

And she felt a brief yearning for the crew she'd lost, although she buried it deep, in the place reserved for the worst of her regrets.

She had a few.

"You just need to learn to use the rigging to navigate the deck."