You are sitting on the dock of a place of your choosing, pondering where you'll go and what you'll do. The options are limitless. Hell, you could be halfway to Guatemala and drunk out of your mind if you really wanted to be

Across the dock, a pirate ship pulls in, some people pulling away from it and giving it the usual side-eye as some of it's crew members begin dismounting. But they look... familiar. They look infamous. You swear you've seen their faces on a wanted poster somewhere but can't quite place it until a lean, spry man with a distinctive cut of facial hair and a vivid red bandana over his hair comes into view. Sinbad. What could HE possibly be here for?!