They say these seas are cursed. Cursed by a merciless God. A God, whose eyes are hungry for the sight of human blood. It is also said that this is an outcome of humankind's sins. So even this uncontrollable, cruel God was forgiving and caring once- not that I believe it. A God who lets this happen-no, who makes this happen, it is a God I don't want to believe in. But the legend says, it all started a hundred years ago when humankind gave themselves to lust, greed and avarice. They abandoned God and created a heaven of their own on the land. The land that God created, the people he let to live. Oh and did he get furious... He felt betrayed and lonely. He felt weak. He called upon the beasts of Hell and demanded them to crawl back to the surface of Earth. He said:

"Destroy the sinners, the ones that abandoned their God, their Lord."

And so they did. These beasts were no match for any human. Their looks were too terrifying for the human eyes to see. Even looking at them made the poor people lose their minds. Because when they looked at them, they saw their sins. They saw their inner monsters.

They defeated an army of millions of strong men in twenty minutes. They were merciless and blood-thirsty but the most terrifying thing about them was the fact that they didn't simply kill humans. They ate them. They devoured them while their loved ones watched, they first ate the limbs so that they died slowly and painfully.

They were surely from nowhere but Hell.

So how are we still here? How can we be still alive? Mere humans versus the giants from Hell. I'll tell you. It's because we didn't accept defeat. It's because we swore to survive, to believe no matter how hopeless the situation is, to protect the ones we loved the most. So we fought. We fought with all of our force, even though we knew we had no chance.

However, the legend says otherwise. It says the people accepted their sins and welcomed God's fury. And when they did, the God appreciated their courage and faith; so he forgave them. At that night, the King of the three islands saw a dream. In his dream God came to him and said these words:

"Only the ones against God will be eaten."

The King knelt before God and asked for the forgiveness of his people. God saw how this man had the kindest of hearts so he accepted his offer-huh, of course this kind-hearted, perfect "King" is our current king's father. This part of the legend practically shows how loyal and oh so amazing the king is. I call bullshit. The reason why things are so complicated right now is because of him to begin with; but we will get there later. Now, where were we? Oh, yes, God accepted his apology and forgave his people. He built the strongest, mightiest walls you can ever imagine to the shores of the King's islands. In that way, God protected his people as he said in the dream. So the beasts ate everyone and only the inhabitants of these islands could survive the slaughter.

Island Maria, the center of the bravest, strongest warriors in the world.
Island Rose, a great and somewhat-rich center of mercenary.

And finally, Island Sina; an island full of wealth, prosperity and earthly pleasures. The island where our kind-hearted king lived. The "saviour" of humanity.

However, the reality is so much more different than what the legend says. At that time, the King had gathered his men and fled to the palace grounds. They led the people who could survive to the underground cities- a place for criminals and abandoned people. People who had no one on the land where the sun touches. People who no longer had any pride nor life left on their worn out bodies.

The people tried to kill the beasts with cannons but it was no use. The king tried to stop them.

"You'll make him angrier!" he cried.

But the people didn't listen to his cries. They sent men on them, yet they were simply squashed by the giants' enormous feet. The King couldn't do anything, he was just a useless pawn.

Suddenly, they heard a painful cry. A cry that shook the surface of the earth. The palace's walls shook with so much force, the King feared his life. The people looked up at the sky, almost waiting for an explanation. The noise and the shaking of the ground ceased seconds after. Everyone rushed to look at what had just happened. Their curiosity shadowed their fear.

"Nothing can surpass a human's curiosity" after all.

Here they saw a pirate, standing on a giant's neck, looking victorious. He had killed it. He had killed a beast of Hell. The people started to cheer for him. The other pirates also took out their swords and cut the ropes off of the ships. They used them to climb on the giants and then they slaughtered them one by one. So not the almighty King, but the pirates had saved them. Of course, the King despised the situation. He declared that the pirates were simple sinners who were rebelling against God's will. And so, the people believed him. Not because they actually wanted to believe him but because they felt like they owed the King. They were loyal to him, no matter what. Humans are strange like that.

And somehow the walls were built. No one actually knows how but I doubt it was by the hand of God. The beasts had the main attention so no accurate document has remained to this day. Soon we also found out that these beasts could swim and live in the seas.

We've learnt much about them, actually. But now instead of fighting our real enemy, we are fighting each other.

The Marines, the men of the King. Their main objective is to protect the King's people and eliminate the pirates. They believe that if they kill us all, they'll clean out the world from sinners and the beasts will stop their slaughter. As a resolution, this world will become a paradise again. Their emblem is two swords crossed over the royal crown. It symbolizes royalty, honour and courage.

The Watchers, they are the people who watch over the walls in case something happens. Their emblem is a golden telescope with a red rose around it. It symbolizes the protection of peace and harmony.

The Pirates, the ones who sail the seas and fight against humanity's enemy. Their emblem is a cracked skull which has blue and wight wings. It symbolizes the fight against death, the struggle to survive and of course, freedom.

We, as pirates, battle against the beasts, or as we call them, the Titans. Even though we are all hated by the people whom we sacrifice our lives for, we won't kneel.

We are pirates after all. The last hope of humanity.