Here be the code of the Pirate. Hark ye the words recorded here, lest the wrath of the seas be upon your head. The code be not guidelines: they be actual rules.

So ye think ye have what it takes to join a vessel o' this renown? Post yer applications here, to be reviewed by the Ranked Officers of this ship.

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If ye be lookin' to join a crew, this be the place to check. Think ye be stout enough to Captain yer own crew? Put in your name here.

Should yer Captains have anythin' that need be heard, this be the place to hear it.

Questions on the Pirate Code be answered here. Have a complaint or comment to lodge for your Captain? Do so here, but be warned: mutiny starts with words.

If ye be takin' an extended stint on shore, post here and let your crew know. Wouldn't want us thinking you've jumped ship. Abandoners are hunted down.

How do ye know the crew you be sailing with? Black spots abound.

The Captain's Log of all the greatest adventures this crew undertakes. If ye feel you've missed too much of the action, this be the place to make port.

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The half-pin barrel hinges of the thick metal doors have been replaced following the revelation that a bit of leverage could lift the doors free. The keys have been replaced after the guard dog that kept constant vigilance over the ring ran off.

A fortified naval base that stands guard over the port. It is heavily armed with long range canons and equipped with enough gongs and alarms to not only raise the city in time of crisis, but perhaps the dead with them. Here officers of the Royal Navy are stationed and housed.

The humble dwelling of the Governor of Port Royal, Weatherby Swann. Following his untimely death and his daughters frequent journeys away, the estate has fallen primarily to the care of its staff.

The littered and dangerous streets of Tortuga. Shadowed despite the burning lamps, only the most stout of Tortuga locals make it a habit to walk these cobbled paths. Thieves and far more malicious creatures prowl the city, night and day, just waiting for their next victim to wander witlessly by.

The largest of the five legendary islands, it lacks coasts and sandbars: the high cliffs of its edges topped from one end of the island to the other in thick tropical rainforest vegetation. Because it has no place for ships to beach, it is rarely visited. What waits beyond the high, mountainous walls that surround it is as mysterious as the black smoke that clouds above it.

As Isla de Muerta was to the Black Pearl, Isla de Mataceros is for the Revenge. The newest bearers of the ancient Aztec Curse use this twisted, lifeless island for their landing place, storing their plunder inside a grand, yet decaying mansion located near the islands center. There is only one path to the only beach on the island, and it is through a treacherous waterway surrounded by jagged rocks. Yet it is not the whirlpools, swift water or jutting escarpments that are the greatest threats to sailors. Here, among the ruins of hundreds of vessels, dwell the fantastical Sirens.

The most serene of the islands of the Five Deaths, Isla de Pena is deceptively beautiful. A paradise of crystalline waters and bountiful foliage, even the sand of its beaches is lush and rich. Here lives a community of charming folk, odd and welcoming. They are a mischievous lot, yet their playful attitudes often entice wayward sailors to land on their island. Never setting foot upon ship nor swimming beyond the shoals of their island, this village is isolated from the world. For that, the world does not realize how lucky it is.

A deceptively serene waterway on the path to Davy Jones' Locker as described by the navigation charts from Singapore. The water reflects the black sky and brilliant, copious stars so flawlessly it is difficult to tell where the ocean ends and the celestial blanket begins. The horizon is all but invisible, making following a heading difficult.

The edge of the world, where only the lost fall to the other side. At the end of a peaceful journey under a canopy of stars awaits this harrowing fall, from where none but those aboard the Black Pearl have ever returned.

The purgatory that Davy Jones uses for those indentured to his service, if they are not on his crew. Here they are sent to serve the terms of their dept. It is a place borne of individual nightmares and fears, and no one is free of its damning power.

The island in which Shipwreck Cove is nestled. It is a rampart of an isle, with high, fortified walls and devilish waters surrounding. Well stocked and quite comfortable, it can survive blockades and sieges effortlessly.

Being unimaginative in naming things, pirates call the town that sits at the center of Shipwreck Cove the Town of Shipwreck. It is a massive, intricate citadel sewn from the corpses of ships.

the muddy waters of this river are thick and difficult to move through. It is as if there are hands lurking in the depths of the almost opaque flow, desperately seeking to stop the small boats that travel this path from their goal. If it is in warning or in threat it is difficult to discern.

A wild island of cavernous terrain. Thick with forest, many pirates get lost within the thick brush while searching for food and water. If they do not find themselves falling to their deaths from one of the islands many sudden cliffs, they often wish for it when the native inhabitants invite them to dinner.

Located across a number of bridged cliffs, the cannibal village is home to a tribe of voracious natives with a taste for human flesh. Their homes and even clothes adorn with the bones of those they have devoured, the cannibals of Pelegosto are well adapted to catching meals within their jungled domain.

The central hub of pirate activity in Singapore, the bath house of Sao Feng was a place for devious relaxation and lucrative business deals. It was raided by the Royal Navy, at the order of Cutler Beckett under the East India Trading Company.

Captain: William Turner
First Mate: Bootstrap Bill Turner

Crew: Davy Jones, Cutler Beckett, Joshamee Gibbs, Tai Huang

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First Mate: Mary Read

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First Mate: Doyle Smithe

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