Once upon a time there was a rich noblewoman named Madame Raleigh the Frog. Of course, she was an anthropomorphic frog woman. A hot tempered woman, she lived a life of luxury and privilege, which she soon grew tired of. Raleigh then tried her hand at a bit of piracy, which she found it to her liking. She was recruited by the Fiendish Five as their chief machinist, and her evil tinkering rose to new heights. She built himself a storm machine that would cause perpetual bad weather and shipwrecks, allowing her to plunder the wrecks for loot. Raleigh's last known sightings are off the Isle of Wrath's southern coast, a small island uncomfortably situated in the perilous Welsh Triangle.

You were a simple trade ship captain, unfortunately for you, the path led you to the Welsh Triangle, your ship wrecked into the Isle of Wrath, where Raleigh’s men captured you. The last thing you saw before they knocked you unconscious was the massive storm machine in the sky…

…and that’s what you woke up in, inside the storm machine face to face with Madame Raleigh the Frog, sitting on her high throne surrounded by flies she occasionally nabbed and ate with her long frog tongue. She looked down at you and then scowled, showing her yellow crooked teeth.

“How delightful. We have a guest. The only thing is... I HATE UNEXPECTED GUESTS!”