Year 1756
"Land ahoy!" A brisk pirate yelled. These pirates were on their way to Spain to return to base. But suddenly, a storm came up on them. "The ship is sinking!" A crew member shouted. A massive form rose above the water. A Pershing roar cut through the storm. Then a blue flash was seen from off shore. A booming like the leader's was then herd saying,
"Ye shall go to New England and find the friendly beasts. A rift between realms, Gorjia shall keep. Across the seven seas metal men will go to war to stop the darkness, an evil spread across the realms like nothing ye'v seen before."
At the base, the pirates thought to themselves, was that a prophecy? Suddenly the reck of the remains of the ship went sailing through the air, and crashed into the ammunition port. The explosions could be seen for many miles around.