You find yourself in the corner of Wes' Pub. Typically, you wouldn't be caught dead hear. After all it was-

"Well well...never thought I'd find you here."

Pirate country.

You glance over your shoulder to find a familiar face...well, mask. Often known as the Ghost of the Caribbean, he was a notorious outlaw. His current bounty exceeded half a million pounds. His ship, the Echo of Elm's was legendary. Sharp white sails with a hull of ebony. Faster than anything in His Majesty's fleet. This wasn't your first encounter with him. Oh no. He'd casually watched from the deck as your ship splintered under the might of the Echo's cannons.