Cape Jacker’s Supe’ Kitchen

So…Why don’t we start with this:
So, you took one look at that and thought, ‘Oh, yep, it’s a queen/princess of the sea/Atlantis, come to dry land to defeat all the nasties. Or maybe you didn’t. Doesn’t really matter. Meet Ms. Emma Tylers, the nineteen-year old daughter of Mr. Tyler Tylers and his wife, Dr. Heather Tylers. Emma is your regular beach girl, growing up in New Orleans. After a quick rise in the violent crime rate in her fair[ish] city, Emma took out last year’s swimsuit and recycled it. Now she’s running around town, poking meanies with her giant stick-thingy. Oh, and did I mention the gargantuan [spellcheck’s for sissies] hermit crab she “found” on one of her regular Saturday night scuba dive that is now following her around like a homeless puppy? It’s all fun and games, until someone gets hurt, and when you mess with crime lord O’Sullivan’s business, someone is going to get hurt.

Of course, I’ll probably change this up a bit before I use it in any of my stories…Questions, comments, and/or tips are LOVED!