You grew up on Mystic Island your whole life, you were raised here and defended this island as your home.

One day, you are just peacefully picking some fruits from trees and bushes for a snack later on, other people on the island chattering in the back, the birds chirping and the sun shining on your body as you felt the warmth. Suddenly a large splash was heard in the waters as a submarine emerges above, pirates walk out the submarine.

The captain steps onto the island along with the crew, in defence you pull out your weapon in case of anything bad happening. The captain spoke, "Room." He said, summoning a sphere of light blue aura around them. "Shambles." Your weapon was then replaced with a rock and the captain has your weapon now. "Not here to fight." He said as you looked over at you.