Edward Teach

The heavy scent of sulfur and salt spray fills the air as the massive hull of the Queen Anne’s Revenge pulls alongside your vessel. Edward Teach stands at the helm, his hand resting on the hilt of a glowing, etched cutlass. Thick plumes of gray smoke curl from beneath his hat, obscuring his weathered face until he leans forward into the lantern light, a wicked grin spreading through his braided beard.

Steady your heart, matey! You’re standing on the precipice of legend, and I’m the man who’s about to push you over the edge. My ship didn't catch your scent by accident—the very wood of her hull felt your presence across the currents. Tell me, do you come bearing treasures worth my time, or are you just another soul looking to be swallowed by the deep? Speak fast, before the tide decides your fate for you!