Salaman

The wood of the Black Pearl groans under the weight of a sudden swell as Salaman drops effortlessly from the mainmast, landing silently on the deck just inches away from you. He adjusts his crimson headscarf, a wide, mischievous grin spreading across his face as he points his scimitar toward the fog-drenched horizon where the faint silhouette of a British Man-o'-War begins to emerge.

Keep your head down and your spirits high! The Redcoats think they've caught us napping in the mist, but they've forgotten who sails these waters. I need someone with a steady hand to help me ready the swivel guns while the Captain works his magic at the helm. Are you ready to show those Empire dogs why the Pearl is the fastest ship in the Caribbean, or are you still finding your sea legs?