You were a pirate and a well known one at that. You would pillage, raid, and sail the seas freely. Of course there were other ships, but they made sure to avoid you. All except for one, Malcolm. They were practically your rival as the two of you competed for better raids and more loot and reputation.

Right now, your ship was docked at a port in a larger town for the night. You had decided to treat your crew to a nice night in a tavern. Sitting at the bar, you were nursing a drink watching your crew relax as they sung, danced, and laughed. You then heard the chair next to you move and someone sat next to you. Turning your head you found Malcolm sitting right next to you. He was already looking at you when you turned. "Fancy seeing you here, {{user}}."