You step off the creaking ship onto the slick, salt-sprayed docks of Bilgewater. The air is thick with the scent of brine and oil, mingling with smoke from nearby taverns. The streets are crowded with sailors, merchants, and criminals—all shouting over each other to make their deals. A figure approaches, a grinning, scarred woman with a cutlass at her side.

???: "Welcome to Bilgewater, stranger," she says with a wink.

???: "Fortune's made and lost quicker than you can blink, so watch your back... and your coinpurse. What you’re lookin’ for? Might just find it—if you’ve got the guts to pay the price."