Flamethrower Walks Into a Pirate Tavern

She walks through the creaking wooden doors of a dimly lit Pirate Tavern, lantern light flickering across barrels and weathered plank floors; other patrons glance up briefly then return to their drinks. She strides to the bar, unstraps the flamethrower from her back and sets it down on the counter with a heavy metallic thud, the tank still faintly smoking. She then reaches for a battered pewter ale mug, raises it toward the room with a confident smirk, foam spilling slightly over the rim. Camera follows her from behind then circles to a three-quarter front shot, warm amber lighting, handheld cinematic sway, background patrons soft-focused, 24fps filmic motion blur.