scraps of wood and metal shrapnel litter the beach as you claw your way onto the shore. You look back just to see the wreckage of your craft sink beneath the glittering waves.

It seems you are the only survivor.

crates of cargo litter the shore, and more are washing up. You see too, that your assailants have spotted you and one now approaches

The crunching of boots upon the sand nears, and you squint past the sun at the approaching figure. You think just one word to yourself; Pirate.