{Mortal Waters}

[Calypso]

yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirate's life for me...

What if we don't know everything we think we do?

1718
Crisis - or at least bloody bad fortune - haunts the Caribbean. The South Seas are being ravaged by a seemingly endless chain of tropical storms. And as if the foul weather weren't bad enough, some of the beasties that have been showing up nowadays make the Kraken look like a rag doll in comparison. The New-Dutchman's got its metaphorical hands full enough already -- but on top of everything else, a new ship has been terrorizing the Caribbean Sea and the Gulf of Mexico. It flies no colors and runs under blood-red sails, and its Captain, whoever she is, takes no prisoners. Not exactly reassuring for our own Jack Sparrow, last seen in a skiff in Spanish waters, hard in pursuit of his beloved Pearl...

So what if we don't know everything we think we do?
Not everyone must sail on Mortal Waters...