In an old fashioned room, that reminds the 1700's, with a chandelier hanging from the roof, a small library full of books and mostly maps, a round table lies flipped on the floor, like a pa pack of cards, a bottle and two glasses filled rum that were on it, are now broken on the floor, as Gangplank has positioned his pistol on Graves's forehead, and Graves has put his large shotgun on the pirate's belly, both ready to fire.

"Ya thieving bilge rat!" Gangplank spat out furious.

"One more move and I guarantee, you will not die by natural causes…" The outlaw replied with his rough and steady voice. The two men were playing poker and obviously Graves, tried to cheat, but the pirate figured out his dirty tricks and was really angry with the outlaw. They were glaring at each other, showing their teeth, like two enraged dogs fighting over a steak.

"Uh-hm…" Suddenly a strange voice was heard from the door. Gangplank and Graves turned around surprised only to see Miss Fortune standing on the door grinning at them.

"What is it with boys and guns, anyway?" She asked a rhetorical question.

"You should know you use them yourself" Gangplank responded with annoyed.

"Easy partner, let the lady tell us the reason she brightens this room with her beauty…" Graves said as he bowed and kissed Miss Fortune's hand, trying to look like a gentleman.

"Malcolm, why can't all men be like you?" She caressed his hairy cheek while smiling at Gangplank.

"Uhhh… What do you want Sarah?" The captain sighed. At the hearing of that, Miss Fortune took a serious look on her face and walked towards the pirate.

"You owe me a debt Gangplank, remember?"

"I wish I didn't, but aye, it's ten…"

"It's 100.000, captain."

"Yeah, well I ain't got t much cash. The chips are down now with the League in the middle of everything, it is difficult for us pirates you know that!" Gangplank was grumbling, moving his hands in an expressive way.

"I know nothing, I'm not a pirate." Sarah replied in a cold tone. Then she grinned and continued:

"But, I'm glad you don't have the gold. Because now you'll have to repay me in another way…" She took a step forward, so that her face would come very close to Gangplank's.

"The lucky bastard…" Graves mumbled so quietly that the only one who could hear was himself. The captain looked at her in disbelief raising his left eyebrow.

"I want you to find the lost treasure of Kegan Rodhe, for me."

"THE LOST WHAT, OF KEGAN WHO? Do ya understand what arrrre ya asking forrr? By the holly fish! Maybe you want me to fetch Poseidon's trrrrrident as well? Gangplank was shouting and pacing nervously around the flipped table, while Miss Fortune was trying hold back a laugh and Graves was scratching his head wondering what the blazes was going on.

"Ya must b kidding rrrright? Ya must be drrrrunk y… No your breath smells fine…" Gangplank kind of said those last words to himself before looking at Miss Fortune clueless.

"Hahahahahahahahaha! I swear you are so much fun when you're upset!" Miss Fortune laughed in her slightly irritating laugh. She needed a few seconds before she could catch her breath and add:

"Well as far as we know, Rodhe won't have any interest on the treasure, he's too far gone inside Brand, that's what I understood at least, from a conversation that we had in a League match. He didn't even remember who Kegan was. But I have recently discovered his long-lost diary, which contains the information to where e hid the treasure." Gangplank thought about it for a minute and then he replied:

"Aye, I accept the deal, it will be a challenge nonetheless… Give me the diary and, tomorrow morning I'll make sail for wherever in the seven seas sees this currrsed treasure is."

"That would be great, but I don't have the diary."

"Ya WHAAAAT?"

"The diary is somewhere in Demacia, as far as I know, in the hands of a local crook, If I got his name right, they call him Twisted Fate…" Miss Fortune smiled while announcing that name, as Graves was turning red from the anger and accidentally pressed the trigger of his gun, creating three large holes on the roof, the moment he yelled:

"TWISTED WHOOOOOOOO?"