The yarrr be 1723, an' yer a hardened buncha salty cutthroats who've been sailin' an' lootin' ever since the war with Spain! That is, until a hurricane rolled by that was so powerful it blew ye clear acrarss Mexico an' landed ye somewhere in the Pacific! Luckily, ye finally found land! Unluckily, it be inhabited by a giant angry monster made o' Seafood! Ye managed ta smack it a good 'un with yer boat, but then ye were boarded by an army o' fish 'enchmen!
Ya fought 'em downner the (fish)man, with many casualties delivered to yer crew, until it came down ter the one last fishman an' the last o' you!... Unfortunately, when ye tried te torture 'im fer answers, 'e shat out a smoke barmb an' dissappeared, an' when ye could see agin, there was a human skeleton lyin' in a pool o' blood!
The filthy bastard be 'idin' in one o' yer skins! Ye must protect the Cap'n at all costs!
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Yer all startin' te feel like ye've spent too long givin' each other awkward, silent stares, and have come te the decision that it's best te start lynchin' people until ye get the alien monster! Thank goodness too, cause if ye don't get rid of enough weight, the boat's gonna start sinkin' faster than ye can bail it out! Be vigilant, me hearties!
Currently on the boat:
Aman
Playa
Seth
Berka
Daed
Aeon