Somewhere in the East Blue Sea, a certain island baked in the sunlight of the day sky. Covered in rocks and weeds, the once pristine island of Patron Gulch was once a beautiful kingdom, but the onset of the Pirate Era seemed to bring that to an end, when endless raiding was incompetently managed by poor rulers. Now, the massive former capital of Sol Scotch is in ruins, its towers and castles being occupied by any strong enough to hold them, while any with sense followed their ruler to small hamlet on the other side of the island, away from any seas. Patron Gulch was weaker, yes, but not completely gone.

Roving bands walked the streets of Sol Scotch, merchants setting up and selling wares, hoping to catch some eyes, while the few regular civilians just went about their daily business, trying not to be in the wrong place in the wrong time.