Dark waves were of the endless sea were forming a gorgeous symphony as the crew prepares to sail away to the deepest end of the relentless seas. The streets of the Hasfalla, the city of the marines, becomes a festival when it is nighttime. Streets full of flashy tradesman were the home of colorful people from drunken lovers to heartbroken poets or enthusiastic travelers. While the crew were having their last drinks and preparing to leave the city suddenly an old man appeared from the rumble of the city. No one was surprised to see the ship owner wanting his money as the captain landed a pouch full of golden coins in the old man’s hands. “You know you need to pay for the whole thing if you crash it, right?” said the owner. “How are you going to find me if the ship is crashed?” the captain replied with a question as he gave more gold to the old man. “Count the rest from your dept.” said the captain “You remember you owe me one.” He added.
The goal of the crew was to find the island named “Muerte Dorada”, The Golden Death. This name was given to the island after a Spanish crew appointed by the king of an old Spanish king to discover the unknown seas reported by a messenger bird that the island was full of gold but they can’t return because their ship was crashed by a mysterious creature. They have also sent a map with their message but every sailor intended to discover the island were mysteriously dead. Therefore, this situation is pretty alarming less and less sailors dared to sail to this island and the ones who did were seen as dreamer fools just like the crew sailed from Hasfalla thinking they will be the one to make people forget about the legend of the deadly creature.
Days past as the crew traveled throughout the ocean. The crew aiming the impossible was full of the most colorful visualist sailors of the Hasfalla. They spent their days in the sea drinking and celebrating the beauty of the ocean in a mission most would be too terrified to even blink. The unconcerned attitude of the sailors might seem arrogant but “10 years of bravery will be written in history not 100 years of being scared.” As they kept saying while having a good time and singing together. As they got closer to the gold even more hopeful they became and more fun they had.
They were gone for a week while the life in Hasfalla was continuing. Hasfalla was the town of enjoyment; gambling, drinking, fights every kind of things lost souls living there would enjoy. After a couple days the shipowner got a little cranky and started to grumble. Weeks later the bounty given to some of the members of the crew was removed. More time past and more the city forgot about them and after months only thing said about them when their name was mentioned was “Those who fail to learn a lesson from the past will be a lesson indeed to the feature.”