New Players Welcome Have fun Be kind and respectful Don't God Mod Turn off Signatures ________________________________________ Prologue Approaching Dawn Island... The Fleet Admiral watched with a stone faced expression as a humongous Sea King swam lazily above the command tower of the Alexandria. The monster seemed ignorant of the hundred ship strong armada prowling the depths below. Each ship was enveloped within giant translucent bubbles. It was a new technique the science department called coating. Rumor was cipher pol had tortured the secrets of the technique out of a fishman shipwright. He glanced at the countdown clock emblazoned above the control room, steadily creeping down to zero. Operation Dream Crusher was about to begin. Piracy would die here and now. His words boomed across every ship in the fleet. “Are the Admirals ready?” Three commanding but distinct voices responded in the affirmative. “Pacifista unit ready?” “Aye sir.” “Cipher Pol unit ready?” “Aye sir.” “Buster Call unit ready?” “Aye sir.” “Excannonbur cannon ready?” “Er...we’ll need a few minutes sir.” The speaker clumsily tried to muffle his voice. “Where the fuck is Kent?” The Fleet Admiral rolled his eyes. “Commence Operation Dream Crusher.” Dawn Island... Just over forty ships were anchored in the bay, each one flying the jolly roger of some infamous pirate crew. Anyone who was anyone in the pirate world made it a point to attend the great summit called by Shanks. Such an assemblage had never been seen before in history and probably would never be seen again. Even the most cynical of captains recognized the enormity of the moment. For all their futures would be decided by this meeting. Two pirates stood guard outside the massive double doors to the meeting hall. The very walls trembled from the raucous voices of the pirates inside. A sudden impact reverberated through the hall, followed by laughter, then quickly followed again by more arguing. “How the fuck will they decide on anything?”asked one of the guards. “Davy Jones himself couldn’t get all them egos to agree on what the best brand of rum is let alone a fucking grand alliance.” The other guard shrugged. He was about to reply but suddenly a handful of pirate ships in the harbor exploded simultaneously. His mouth hung open. He squinted his eyes and gazed hard towards the horizon as a seemingly endless line of marine warships rose from the depths below. A warning bell rung from the watchtower high above, far too late as the sky darkened with cannonballs. “My god...” the guard uttered. Likely his last words.