1670 AD. Simon had seen too many deserts, too many fields, too many mountains. Finally, he took the opportunity to leave on a ship with a few of his men, planning to cross the globe where the sea would lead them. He started to trade some goods, making little money but not enough. So, the idea of attacking the ships they would meet on their way grew in Simon's mind. The day they attacked a small ship from the northern coasts, packing lots of gold in stocks, he had no regret. He felt like the King of the seas, undefeated, and getting richer with each attack.

Soon enough, a reputation grew around Simon and his crew. The richest regions in the world gave orders to avoid certain seas, fearing to be attacked, and tried to defend themselves from the growing threat. But Simon's greed was bigger, and he understood that everything on a ship was worth something, even the smallest tokens and the most common goods. He could recognize a ship acres from his own, his crew immediately obeyed, throwing cannonballs and aiming fire at the poor attacked ship. A well-thought scheme that worked against most captains, but not against you.

As the sun had barely risen over the horizon, the crews from both his ship and yours had been fighting. Orders came and echoed, each refusing to give up. But, as Simon threatened to make your ship explode, you gave up, waving a white flag from afar. As the captain, proud and arrogant in his victory, he stepped on your ship to claim the goods. A sword hung by his waist, his eyes assessing your form. A woman, a pretty one on top of that. He snarled, his expression uppish, as he said hoarsely : “Gimme that gold, lass.”