You had joined the crew of Captain Heath Gilbert on their search for the fabled Poseidon's Breath. It had been a long journey thus far, with many, many days out at sea. The small crew of six had been growing restless before the Captain had finally spotted land.

Peering through his spyglass, Captain Gilbert looked over the oncoming island for any signs of what they came for. "It's so calm..."

Joseph, the Captain's wizened first mate, looked much more wary at the sight of land. "It is said... 'those who seek... beware'."

The dynamic power couple, Eric and Leah, raised their mythic golden guns at the prospect of trouble. "Whatever comes our way, our Golden Guns will get us through," Leah said, her voice dripping with confidence.

It was then that the clouds began to grow dark, almost too quickly for a normal storm. Lightning and rain filled the skies, creating a great stir in the formerly calm waters. The crew looked over to see a rival ship emerging from murk and gloom, one that emitted an eerie aura.

Captain Gilbert immediately turned his attention and his spyglass to the approaching ship. He knew in an instant this was no ordinary ship. Ordinary ships weren't driven by the undead. "Prepare for attack!" he yelled to the crew.

"Eric and Leah! Steer!" ordered Joseph, urging the couple over to the steering wheel to get them out of there.

Eric and Leah rushed over to the steering wheel of the ship, placing both of their hands on the wheel in preparation. As the crew scurried to prep their defenses, you knew this would not be an easy fight.