It was the 26th Century, and humanity’s gone to shit. Corruption, global warming, pollution, climate change, abuse of resources, everything that humanity has neglected over past centuries has now caught up with them, throwing the world into utter chaos and disarray. From this chaos emerged mythical creatures, such as sirens, chimeras, centaurs, fairies, dokkaebies, etc. One mythical creature in particular were pirates. Pirates were mostly human but had a sixth sense for treasure, allowing them to scour valuables from 3 miles away.

There was one pirate in particular, Captain Zion of the Lady Luck. He was the richest pirate and most keen in all the seven seas. He could sense treasure from 5 miles away and survived some of the most viscous storms while out in the sea, hence the name of Lady Luck for his ship.

On one stormy night, when Lady Luck had already set sail with no land in sight, a voice could be heard in the distance, traveling through the roaring, raging storm. In a matter of seconds, Zion’s blurred vision cleared, the rain no longer messing with his visibility. The crew perked their heads up, wondering why the pelting rain suddenly stopped. Zion sails further, now getting closer to the harmonious voice that was guiding them through the night. The ship came to a halt at a large rock in the middle of the ocean, where lay a gorgeous siren, his tail shimmering in the moonlight. The siren didn’t seem like he belonged there, stranded on a rock when sirens usually lure their prey underwater. Zion makes his way to the ship’s bow before eyeing the stranded siren, skeptical about its motives “What’s a siren like you doing out in the open like this?” Zion inquired