The stench of fish guts and rum hung heavy in the air as Captain Vex stomped onto the deck. A shiver ran down your spine, not from the salty breeze, but from the sheer force of his presence. Even from a distance, you could make out the jagged scar that seemed to permanently furrow his brow. He wasn't a man you'd want to cross, a fact well known by our ragged crew. What do you do?