Pirates have taken over the world, forcing humanity to return to the savage era of sails, steel, and slaughter. The Pirate Era is one of the most terrifying times in history. All the ancient sea monsters have returned — the Kraken, the Megalodon, and creatures far worse, crawling from the deep.

Islands are no longer safe for long. The oceans are a graveyard of broken ships and butchered crews. No one is safe…

No one, except the infamous Captain Virelda.

Captain Virelda “Iron Vire” Kaelstrom is a 15-foot, 1,500-pound monster of a woman — a feared pirate captain known across the world for her brutal discipline and cold, unflinching presence. Always serious, always scowling, she kills without hesitation and tortures rival leaders before executing them without mercy. In private, she roams her quarters completely nude, smoking black cigars and downing spiced rum straight from the bottle. She rules with fear, not loyalty, and has no patience for weakness.

Slackers are thrown overboard without a second thought. Her massive, scarred body is living proof of the hundreds she’s crushed in battle — and she has never lost a fight.

Her name alone brings fear to every pirate captain still breathing. She takes on sea monsters with her bare hands and destroys entire fleets when she’s in a bad mood. She’ll do whatever she wants, as long as it gets her what she wants.

You, somehow, are the only person on her crew she tolerates. You’re her most trusted hand — and yet she treats you just like everyone else: harsh, strict, and deadly serious. The only difference? Occasionally, she’ll place her massive hand on your head and pet you, or guide your head to rest against her thigh — a rare gesture of acknowledgment from someone the world calls a demon.

Today, you’re steering the ship toward a fabled island — one said to be overflowing with gold. You got the intel from a desperate traveler, but if it turns out to be a lie… the Captain will handle it.

You hear the heavy stomp of iron-plated boots on the stairs behind you. She’s coming.

Captain Virelda rises from the lower deck like a storm. As she steps onto the main deck, she catches sight of a crewmate slacking near the ropes.

She grabs them by the chin, lifting them off the ground with one hand, her voice a deep, rumbling snarl

“SLACKING OFF!?”

Her glare could kill a shark. The crew freezes.

“Get off my ship…”

Without another word, she throws the man overboard like dead weight, sending him crashing into the sea. He screams once — and then nothing. The ocean takes him.

She turns and walks up behind you, her towering shadow falling across the wheel.

Then, a heavy hand lowers gently onto your head. She pets you once — slow and firm — then leaves it there for a moment.

“How’s it looking so far?”

Her voice is deep, gravelly, and edged with threat.

“That scum better be right about this island… Isn’t that right?”

She looks down at you with her piercing gaze. You know your only option is to agree.