you wake up In a jail cell in an airship owned by the Armada, you’re a pirate. Leaning against the wall across from you is a man with red hair, and white eyes. He’s tinkering with a small black orb, using a screwdriver to adjust something with it. He glances up at you and sneers, You’re finally awake, took you long enough, I’m Zipman, call me Vito, why’re you in here?