In the 1820's, a once key cove city of trade off the South

African coast of the Mozambique Channel resides

Tarrick. Where ungovernable wars had transitioned

groups of traders into merciless crews of vile pirates

who then run up rampant bloodshed for another’s dock,

galleon, or riches, and amongst all the chaos and

savageness is, Slo. Whom comes to the slant that he

hath no longer a desire for bricks of gold or the

admiration of the crew, and rather but only a treasure

that cannot be touched for as long he remains amongst

his rank...

Though, within a condense vicinity of cold-blooded

murderers at every possible turn within vulnerable

fears that could slice deep from even the slightest

gesture of hope in abandoning one's loyal galleon: he

understands it is a fool's errand to walk. To change, in

pertaining any ounce of light amongst the scaling

depths of mutinous thoughts that could only bring about

a crew member’s blood to a boil upon the sole truth

between his greed, lust, and one's own heart of fire.

That is the story of, Slo. Slo.... the pirate.