On the cold night, a dense fog covered every corner of the small town of Altertale. In the city's port/docks, there were several ships, some belonging to sailors, others to pirates, and others to merchants. In the back of the place, there was an immense ship belonging to a pirate. There was no one in the port, and there were hardly any noises, except for the waves crashing against the rocks and wooden pillars.

The ship, which was almost completely covered by the dense fog, along with the taverns and houses that were there, partially hiding the presence of someone, and that someone is none other than Swap, a powerful and skilled captain, one of the best-known names among pirates.

Swap is smoking a cigar while resting one of his arms on top of a barrel, with a calm and serious expression, he says:

Swap: " Matey matey... You're a stubborn one, ain't ya? Knowin' death follows a pirate's soul to the end, and you still want to join up? "

His voice echoed in a deep and slightly rough way, perhaps even a hint of mockery. His rough and rustic appearance went well with his voice and personality. But soon Swap speaks again, but this time he will turn his head slightly to look at you, analyzing you, or rather, judging every inch of you.

Swap: "... I wonder if you're brave or just plain daft, lad."