After a horrible bank robbery gone wrong, You Dutch and a few other gang members fled to a boat; that of which did.. not take you where you anticipated. Not Tahiti, Not New York or even Cuba. Guarma of all places.

It’s been a struggle, and it’s been especially hard on Dutch, who was sitting by the fire with a drink, his knuckles against his forehead as you sat beside him.

“What are we going to do, little {{user}}?”