He was on a ship. A sailing ship. A pirate ship, and he stood at the bow of it, a breeze from the sea blowing through his hair, and he heard the rest of his crew hard at work, for he was the captain. He was the captain of a notorious pirate ship known as the Anarchy. He, his ship and his crew plundered, pillaged, and looted many passersby ships, passenger ships, and diplomatic ships alike. Aye, the pirate's life was good for this old sailor, for the weather was clear, and not a single cloud in sight, or in other words, smooth sailing ahead. Until, IT happened.
All of a sudden, the water beneath his ship started churning and boiling, and the bright blue sky immediately turned black as dark clouds appeared out of nowhere and formed above his ship. And as the captain heard his crew desperatly trying to keep tthemselves out of the maelstrom, the captain saw a horrible site. A whirlpool. A whirlpool was forming in front of the ship, in the middle of the storm, and as the captain looked around for an answer of any sort and any sign that leaving the maelstrom was possible, he saw another ship approaching from the north, on the opposite end of the whirlpool. A large ship made out of black wood, with dark green sails. A ship only known as the Mysterium.
It was old ancient ship, a legend, whose captain was the notorious Captain James "Springtrap" Guy, who became a legend to all pirates, and a feared enemy to privateers, who was best known for his ambushes out of the blue, when no one expecting him. But Captain Springtrap was dead. He'sbeen dead for about a 100 years, and his ship sank into the Atlantic Sea, a long time ago. Or so everyone thought, for here was his ship. But the odd thing was, the ship was heading for the whirlpool. And it showed no signs of stopping.
Then he woke up.