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There was a stranger on the ship, one day. Just as her name Maya, she was an illusionist who seemed to have ulterior motives and if she were a piece on the chessboard, she was a piece that was headed straight for the King piece.
He was the Son if the Sea, just as his name, Dylan. There was most definitely no one in all 4 corners of the world who had never heard of Dylan, the Fleet Captain of Eights Grand Fleet; the most notorious pirate captain in all 7 seas. If he were a piece on the chessboard, he would be the King piece, the most important one but definitely not the strongest... at least without his fellow comrades.
Then there was one legend they were all after, Treasure Island.
It was the island nobody has been on but one day, the existence of the island was made known to everybody in the world. Nobody knows exactly where it is, why it exists and how it suddenly came to existence. Of course nobody questioned ‘what’ it was. Treasure Island... of course it’s treasure, right? Gold, silver and gemstones.
But there were rumors.
Some said the Island was in high heavens or in the depths of hell, others said Treasure Island was the island country of Atlantis or that such island doesn’t exist at all.
Some said the Island existed as a test of the Gods for the living beings to measure their greed or the trap of Satan, others said it was a political and economic strategy to boost Atlantis’s economy and strength or that it was a terrible joke that was taken too seriously.
But it was sure that people wanted to take the chance and sail for Treasure Island. Why? It was because everybody wanted to acquire the treasure. After all, everybody liked the idea of being wealthy, right?
