The crimson sunrise painted the wild ocean waves, giving off an alluring glow.

The year was 1728, and the bustling wooden pier was filled with activity as sailors and merchants loaded their cargo from various ships. Before you could react, a rugged man suddenly appeared at your back — it must've been a pirate, judging by his looks, and the smell of rum on his breath.

"Lookin' to join a crew, or maybe ye be one of those rich landlubbers?" The man inquired with a rough voice and a sly grin.