As you celebrate another victory with your crew, drinking a bit too much stolen ale, you walk across the deck of your ship when suddenly, the world starts to spin. And just like that, you fall overboard.

When you come to, you’re floating in the water, your ship in the distance, leaving you behind. And just as you begin to accept your fate, arms wrap around your waist and pull you in, and again, you drift off.

The second time you come to, you’re cold, laid down on a bed of grass. Taking in your surroundings, you’re in a grotto, piles of hoarded treasure stashed nearby, accompanied by the feeling of being watched. Watched by something… Familiar.