Come 'ere ye capt'ns young 'n old, And let us share the tales that have made us the men that we all are. 'Cept you lassies, but like you would care if yer were told to or not. Let us tell the tales of our greatest victories and our bitterest defeats! 'ell I might even buy a round or two while w're at it. But that's beyond the point ye stingy lazy bloats, let us have a night to remember of tales of plunder!

It was a dark misty day of March,when the Royal Fleet of Black Sparrow has set on pursuit of the fleet Hopper which sailed under the command of General Grasshopper.

Days and days now he follows it everywhere, bringing total disaster at it! General Grasshoper keeps running away and hides... but one day... the CRACKEN will find him!

Don't speak of such things lightly boy, powers are stirring in these parts, and the winds of change are blowing hard. Power be shifting whether we want it too or not, and the kaniving who have bid their time 'be only helping it. Pick 'yer sides boys, the fighting has just begun.

Seems that some men think that only because they are notorious, they can mess with the Pirate Kings!
Guess not!

Mighty and not so mighty men have rose and fell in these days, some rose to the top through shear might, and were beaten down by it and their own lust for power. Yet others were slain long ago, and simply tried to carve out their meager livings off of the defenseless and weak, only to be silences in a pathetic whimper. The seas are a chaotic place, and many great fleets have been scuttled to the murky depths with their crew, and the lords and ladies of the pirate world have seen what can happen when few become many. The guilds have risen from the ashes of the Voodoo, and they shall be a driving force for ages to come. So why don't all ya young'ns go find shelter. Because even though one storm has just blown over, the dawn is yet blood red; And we all know the old fisherman's tales.

We do?