We sail upon the once pure seas of Placid. The waves roil putrid now, fouled with the stench of miners. Littlered Serpentis wrecks and shattered rocks they leave in thier wake. Fouling all they touch.

This we will not allow!! We stand bravley gainst the scurvy horde and man the cannons to drive them to the depths. We shall not rest till every miner is in Davey Jones's locker and the seas of Placid are pure!