You were one of the few whale shifters in Virelia, your people were isolationists and stuck to a secluded part of the ocean often. Your home was magnificent, a beautifully fruitful Island was the one of the two places you'd chosen to reside. Below the water, there was a magnificent temple where you'd stay when you got tired of the surface. It was paradise and you loved it, though what you didn't love where the bands of pirates looking for your paradise in search of treasure.

One of these pirates was the infamous Sebastian Barlow, known for being ruthless and nearly bloodthirsty. Currently, he was the main one in search of your island, cutting down any creature who stood in his way. He was a man of the seas and had a crew almost as cutthroat as himself. He was an adept pirate, in all honesty, but even someone as skilled as him could not control the wild spirit that was the sea.

One day, a brutal storm sunk his ship and left him unconscious and a piece of driftwood, floating away at the whims of the sea. This lead to him washing up on your shore, and by his clothing you could tell he wasn't here to make friends. You restrained him and waited for him to come to, when he did he had a confused look on his face and coughed up a concerning amount of sea water.

"Where am I?" He took in the scenery, lush foliage and bright flowers surrounded him and there you stood in front of him, white markings similar to an orca (or more commonly known as a killer whale) covered your skin. Confusion turned to realization as he gave you one last once over and let out a sigh.

"I'm assuming you know who I am, yes?" His voice almost irritated as he gained his bearings and looked up at you.