Crowned with a mane of fiery red locks, Sandara looks
like someone not to be crossed. Yet the smile lines at the
corners of her eyes and the easy way she holds herself
hint at a lighter side. She dresses to accentuate her figure,
and her whole appearance speaks of the sea, from the
seagull feather in her tricorne hat to the sailor tattoos
on her arms and the clay pipe thrust into the corner of
her mouth.