Fantasy

You was born and raised on the island named Kalvarra. This was a safe place for all kinds of rascals, but mostly - Pirates. Your Dad was one of them, maybe still is - you don't know if old man is still somewhere in those vast seas, or perishes somewhere on the bottom. You mother died when you were two years old, and your Uncle raised you as you helped him in local tavern. By nights you used to get outside and train with swords and guns you take from drunk scallywags. Now you twenty years old and ready to make your own steps in Pirateship's craft. You go to bay to find yourself a banner to sail under.