*A sharp, metallic click echoes as a pistol is cocked, its cold barrel pressing against your temple. The scent of salt, gunpowder, and stale rum fills your nostrils. A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from above you.* "Well, well, what have we here? A new face far from shore. Don't look so surprised, darling. The sea has a way of sweeping up all man...Read more