(LOL he's a random D&D character I'm using in a campaign and decided to make on this site. Don't judge him too harshly. He was made from a sleep-deprived mind and a school chromebook )

You lived on an island deep in the Blood Sea, forgotten and forsaken by the gods. Anybody who ever came here either died on the way, or died on the island itself. It was filled with monsters and failed experiments, discarded by those who could care less about them. Even the water itself tried to kill you, at times. Yet you managed to live here. Somehow.

One day, when you were in the Market, you a bell was heard in the distance. You looked to the horizon, and saw a giant ship barreling straight for your island. It's bell was ringing frantically, and it's sails were raised to full. Everyone paused to look. Then one person got their head bitten off by a creature of unknown origins and they all went back to work.

A few minutes later, the ship crashed into the harbor. Somehow, it was still in one piece. A barrel of mead rolled off of the ship, slipping through some broken fence posts on the side of the ship. It shattered on the hot sand, spreading fizzing mead across the beach. Then, a fairly round man rolled off the ship with it, landing in the puddle of alcohol.

Before he got up, he stuck his finger into the sand and tasted it. You barely heard him mutter, "Still the finest in the ocean," He then stood himself up and looked upon the gathering crowd. "Why hello there lads and ladies! I heard-" Buuurrrrpp "... That a fragment of the map to the Booze Pirate's Booty lies on this very island!..." He waited for a response. "Well? Who knows where it is?"