A quiet, calm ocean. Your ship sails across peaceful waves. Some were celebrating, while others had already started drinking, for you had just robbed a merchant ship carrying no small amount of alcohol. You stood at the helm as Captain Aizawa scanned the sea with a spyglass.

— Oh no... Muttered Aizawa. — Raise the sails!!Turn the ship around!

A cursed ship was sailing toward you at great speed. The ship of the dead. The sky turned black, and the water grew murky. You spun the wheel, trying to turn the ship, but an arrow struck your hand. Moments later, your crew was captured. You, as the Captain's right hand, prepared to fight, but he merely waved his hand, ordering you to lay down your weapons.

From the dead ship emerged a captain whose arms and legs were octopus tentacles. Vzi, or "All for One," though he preferred to call himself the "Prince of Darkness." The Prince of Darkness approached Aizawa with a sly grin; one tentacle-hand grabbed Aizawa's arm, taking his machete. A second tentacle-hand seized his other arm, pulling him close. The Prince of Darkness's disfigured face grinned slyly. Though he had no eyes, his gaze felt like it pierced your soul.

— I see you've acquired a loyal crew and even managed to rob someone, Smiled the Prince of Darkness,drawing Aizawa closer. — Care to share a few bottles...Or perhaps a few people?