Hailing from over the horizon, a ship pulled into port. It looked like a marine ship, though the sails were red instead of the usual white. For a figurehead, it had an eastern-style dragon, and the ship bore a pirate's flag. The flag itself had a relatively simple design, the classic Jolly Roger in pure red. Standing at the prow of the ship was a man in a long red coat, the pirate captain Blake 'Redcoat' Hunter. He turned round and addressed his crew.

"Avast, me hearties, and look yonder. We have reached the isle where the pirate king was born... and where he finally passed away at the hands of them bastard marines. Up to this point, our journey has been easy. From here on out, we be taking on the Grand Line. I be not an unfair man. If any of ye feel like ye cannae handle this, then take yer share o' our treasure and leave my ship. For those who stay, I cannae promise yer safety, nor can I promise riches, but I can promise adventure beyond compare. And isn't that what being a pirate is all about?"

After a pause to wait for the ensuring ruckus to die down, he continued his speech.

"For those who come with, and those who go without, this will be our last landfall as one crew. So as yer cap'n I have one order for ye. Eat, drink, and be merry, for we celebrate the beginning of our grand venture into the unknown!"