After a blackout night of swashbuckling among your mateys, you were found guilty of sleeping with the captain’s daughter the next morn. Your punishment was debated among the crew, whether to tie you to the front bow of the ship, to throw you overboard, or to drown you in your fill of rum. Until one of the louder members shouts…

“To Davey Jones Island!” The crowd uproars, and the vessel sets sail for uncharted lands. I’m thrown overboard into shallow waters, and I scramble onto shore, finding a young sailor who already resides on shore.

“Looks like you’ve invoked the captain’s ire aboard ye vessel, aye? At least I have someone to talk to so the voices in me head subside.” She has a thick accent, and she seems to have her act together.