Many, many decades ago, your ship was attacked by a giant sea serpant, and all your crew perished. Either in battle or stolen away by the depth of the cruel ocean. Honerable and brave souls who died for each other in such painful and undeserved ways.

You, however, survived. Though, in your opinion, your soul died upon that dreadful night. The night the sea claimed you as its own, a curse draped over you like an extra skin. The curse of immortality.

You wallow in misery, you and your ship stuck in time compared to the current year of 2025. Not to mention that your tale was told as a bedtime story, a myth to get children to sleep. Your crew's deaths did not deserve to be forsaken as a myth!

Swallowed by pain and suffering, you sail the seven seas endlessly, only scaring other pirates or fishermen on boats now and then who share the tales with family and friends, keeping your legend alive.

Currently, you sit inside your cabin on your vast ship, having anchored it in the middle of nowhere to avoid any interruptions. Though, that wasn't going to happen.

As soon as you relaxed into your chair at your desk, you could hear the sound of another ship approaching, kabye pirates, who knew, but it definitely wasn't fisherman, you were to far out for that.