It was a dark night at the coast of Ireland, the crew of a small merchant boat were packing things.
"Move that crate. pull those ropes" shouted the captain of the boat. Among the crew was a young man named Mac Armonkar, raised by the captain after his parents were killed by pirates.
"Mac, come over here" said the captain, "Yes?" replied Mac "I want you to have this axe, it used to belong to the captain before me and when i pass on, you shall become the new captain" the captain said. Mac knew the captain wasn't going to be around forever but cap giving his axe to him, Mac knew that the captain was going to die sooner than he thought.
Then rather suddenly, The Flying Dutchman came bursting out of the water. At this point of time The Dutchman was crewed by only two people, the captain Davy Jones and his bumbling uncle Wilbert "Wyvern" Jones.
Jones jumped onto the merchant boat and slashed a sailor across the chest. Two more sailors tried to shoot him but Jones just shrugged the bullets off and killed the sailors. "Stay back foul demon" shouted the captain, who was protecting Mac "You don't frighten me-a" said Jones before he broke the captains neck.
"Take this" Mac said as he stabbed Jones with his axe "You saw me survive being shot-a, you really think a axe can hurt me". Jones slapped Mac to the ground "Do you fear death-a". Mac did not want his life cut short so soon so he nodded yes.
"Good. Welcome to the crew lad" Jones said. "My name is Mac". "Then from now on you shall be known as Maccus" replied Jones.
Maccus hopped aboard the Dutchman alongside Jones and Wyvern and sailed away.