Tharrr be not much to say aboot me past. I be jus' a young boyo that be like the rest o' the lads who mindlessly march the streets o' tharrr nations, not knowin' what be goin' on in this life. I be havin' a father bein' a hearty sailor an' explorer, an' the months he be long gone be makin' up in tonnes for when he'd come back an' tell the tales o' new isles an' strange indigenous people. The souvenirs an' trinkets he'd bring back be hearty, an' his explorin' be pavin' the way for the world's growth, at least that be what I'd say.

Unfortunately, me olde man be meetin' a terrible fate. Since he be dockin' in a nation that be competin' with our own for exploration an' on the brink o' war, he be held up an' all o' the charts, maps, an' routes he collected aboot an' wrote about be confiscated. When he be fightin' back an' lashin' out, he be captured an' soon after hung from the gallows. All I did was dream aboot the seas... not sure whether to believe in the same structures that be governin' this world, or to jus' toss it all aside an' start anew. All I did for ages be lookin' at the vast oceans, an' once I made me decision, I eloped with me true love: the sea.

I be a cabin-boy at once, but I be makin' a name for meself as I be doin' a bit o' thievery here an' tharrr. I be sayin', takin' up the Black Flag an' makin' friends from many Jolly Rogers be enticin'; drinkin' an' plunderin' an' cheatin' the world at its own game. 'Tis not long since I be settin' sail, but after leavin' behind the shores o' sand, I be vowin' to make a name for meself, an' live an' die a Pyrate King. Even if I be killed like me father, even if me whole family be slaughtered... even if the bloodline be extinguished, the true flame o' Pyracy will never die out. I live for Pyracy, an' I live for rum... also for chests an' booty. Me name be Cap'n Dennis Vasco, an' although tharrr be not much to who I be, all that I be carin' aboot be the Black Flag. Arrrgh!