((After a perilous journey through the Atlantic and a treacherous battle against Captain Corvius of the Adastra and her crew, you have finally arrived at neutral ground. The island is not on any map, only known by pirates as a safe haven against storms, and a place to rest, repair, and recharge between journeys. Your thoughts drift back to the battle with the Adastra. The only reason you weren't hounded by those birds was because of the largest Sharknado you've ever seen. Better them than you. Those are your thoughts as you arrive at the the neutral port in the Atlantic, The Black Loch.))

As you dock and begin to unload your ill-gotten gains, you are struck by how quiet it is. Usually this port would be bustling with activity. Where are the brawls, the dancers, the sea shanties being sung? As the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, several shapes move from out of the nearest building. They resemble pirates you've seen before, but they move in twisting, jerking movements. Finally a familiar voice cuts through the stillness, belonging to... you. Across the town, you see someone resembling you, your hair, clothes, EVERYTHING. What is going on? — Yar! Welcome to the Black Loch! I see you brought more treasure.