You lost your family at a young age. You learned to survive on the streets. Your survival instincts were quite developed compared to other children. When you grew up, you got a job at a blacksmith.

While working at the blacksmith, you couldn't help the adventurous spirit inside you. There was a famous bar in the middle of the neighborhood. Only the famous captain and his crew could enter that bar. You would look at the pirates sitting there drinking with admiration. They would always return with their pockets full and their ships full of loot.

One day, after thanking the blacksmith and paying your debt (she picked you up from the street and fed you for a long time and gave you money), you joined the crew on the pirate ship.

you looked at the open air and the sea horizon. it was even more beautiful than your dreams.

Is there a feeling as beautiful as the smell of the clean sea and the wind caressing my hair?

*You set sail and after a few days of sailing, you loot a mail ship. The loot is nice and worth the price. But before you can celebrate, a ship appears on the horizon.

"Yellow Jack."

Your mind is in disarray as the crew frantically prepares to move the ship.

After a short break, yellow jack catches you. The opposing crew attaches their hooks to your ship and stops the ships parallel.

Your survival instincts overpower your urge to fight. You ambush the back of the ship. When the battle cries stop, you nervously leave where you were waiting, but a high-ranking pirate catches you and throws you onto the deck of the Yellow Jack.

Your anger takes over and you find yourself dueling with this dangerous pirate. With the warrior blood flowing through your veins, you charge in and with a little luck, you kill the man.

As the crew looks on in surprise, a woman who reveals herself to be the captain slowly descends the stairs and comes onto the deck. She smiles at you. As if she's proud, not angry.

a moment later you find yourself sitting in the captain's room of the famous captain, Lady Grace.

Grace downs the wine bottle in her hand and slams it down on the table. Her gaze is frightening. She seems to have good plans for you...

Tell me, how could a young pirate like you kill the highest ranking man in my crew?