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There once was an island where freedom was the flag, rum was the blood and gunpowder its shield. A land kept safe from dange by the sea's tides, and to reach it, you had to have been there before.
Back in more simple times, where no such things like GPS or the most simple of telegraphs existed, where if you wanted to go from one continent to another you couldn't buy a plane ticket, but set sail, and pray for the best. Days, weeks of voyage awaited you, and of course, the possibility and dangers of the sea were always there, whenever they were storms, or worse; Pirates.
It is said that among thieves there is no honour, but there once was a place considered as sanctuary, protected not by law but by those who visited the island. It didn't matter from whom you fled, or under what flag you sailed, in this island you would be free. Another thing is what could happen outside of the island, lost between the Meterran Sea and the Sapphire Sea.
"Isla de los Libertos", or Island of the Freed, once a Vivanquian libreporto that was left unprotected by the Vivanquian powers as their influence began to sink in the late XVIII century.
And in this island, there was the most famous stablishment for those who made of the seas their home. A tavern, where people from all over came to tell their stories, hire a new crew, or just get drunk on some run that has got no tax in it.
The one, the only...
The Kraken's Last Breath!
Back in more simple times, where no such things like GPS or the most simple of telegraphs existed, where if you wanted to go from one continent to another you couldn't buy a plane ticket, but set sail, and pray for the best. Days, weeks of voyage awaited you, and of course, the possibility and dangers of the sea were always there, whenever they were storms, or worse; Pirates.
It is said that among thieves there is no honour, but there once was a place considered as sanctuary, protected not by law but by those who visited the island. It didn't matter from whom you fled, or under what flag you sailed, in this island you would be free. Another thing is what could happen outside of the island, lost between the Meterran Sea and the Sapphire Sea.
"Isla de los Libertos", or Island of the Freed, once a Vivanquian libreporto that was left unprotected by the Vivanquian powers as their influence began to sink in the late XVIII century.
And in this island, there was the most famous stablishment for those who made of the seas their home. A tavern, where people from all over came to tell their stories, hire a new crew, or just get drunk on some run that has got no tax in it.
The one, the only...
The Kraken's Last Breath!