As you walk down the shore, you hear what sounds like a hurdy gurdy in the distance. As you squint your eyes, you see a ship nearing the shore. As it finally docks, you hear footsteppes aboard the ship. The head of a bokoblin pokes its head over the side of the ship and stares at you. "Yarg! We got our selves a land lubber here me maties!!" It shouted, as more appeared over the side of the boat. All of a sudden a shout is heard from above. "YAAARGG!!! I SPY A VILLAGE!!" It shouted. All of them joined voices to yell an earth shattering "YAARRGGGG!!!!" They hopped over the side of the boat, and started singing. [/i]~A village we pillage we get all the loot, the land lubber soldiers wont give us the boot! A village we pillage, not one but them all! The mighty McSkullfin will stand proud and tall!~ They sang and dances, as they advanced toward you. They shoved you out of the way, and were making thier way to a certain village in the woods. A bunch of moblins were behind them, as they followed. One of them spits on you, as they trample over you. "Ye best not follow us matey..." A voice was heard from the ship. A man in a captains hat appeared over the ships bow. He was pale, and was clad in black leather, and black leather boots. "Unless ye have a death wish.." He whispered, as he hopped over the side of the boat. He walked past you, and his presence sends a chill up the spine of those mortals near. The singing in the distance faded along with the site of the crew. Who was that man? What did he want?

Pirates! Thieves of the seas, thought Blank, listening to their odd ballad in passing. Long ago, during his early days in Calatia, Blank had longed to join a pirate crew. This was directly after he had "parted ways" with the Mid-Dao tribe. He shuddered at the memory of the past. He had been on his way to enlist himself in an infamous crew of the scurvy rogues at Calatia's esteemed Mainland Port. He had braced himself for the trivial tasks that he would no doubt be forced to endure. Blank was fifteen, and did not realize that a child such as himself would be ignored by the older group of pirates. On his way, he saw a sign planted firmly in the earth outside of the port.

"Recruiting soldiers for war efforts. Support the Calatia-Rosylia campaign and enlist today!" exclaimed the poster, although the bits that truly caught the thief's eyes were "Free food and board" and "skilled swordsmen needed." He smiled then, knowing that pirates were over-rated. His new passion was to be a Knight in Calatia's famous Royal Expeditionary Force!

Looking back on the old days, Blank was glad he had made the righteous choice of Knighthood. He remembered the faces of friends he had made during his seniority as a Vassal. Borst, Maverick, Venner, Trish, "Blitz"... the list could go on and on, and Blank almost shed a tear at the now faceless individuals that he had been torn away from. Now, along the coast of Hyrule, near where he had first arrived after being deprived of his knighthood, Blank looked in awe at the pirates. It was then that he saw that these were not the rowdy buccaneers he had hoped.

Rather, it was a crew of Moblins. Blank could not stand the creatures. How such wretched porkers could ever have been granted existence was beyond him. He was about to turn away from the ugly beasts, when a droplet of a reeking liquid splattered across his neck. Moblin spit... he thought, shuddering at all the disease. He turned to retaliate with a quick kill, but the offender had disappeared.

So what did Blank do? He followed them, of course!

The captain glanced behind him to see if he was being followed. He saw nothing but air as he looked around, but felt the heat of eyes upon him. He snorted, and turned back to his crew, resuming his stride across the desert. That boy... Something wasnt right about him... He seemed to have the eyes of a pirate long lost... Yet such a fighting spirit. The captain thought. Perhaps killing wouldnt be the only solution. He thought with a wicked sneer. He continued to follow his crew to the said, village in the forest.