You are flung down headfirst into the water. Struggling to stay above water you manage to push yourself onto the beach, washing fully on it through a sudden wave. Shaking your head in an attempt to dry it you slowly crawl up from the sand to determine where you are.
What you witness nearly takes your breath away. You stand in a tropical paradise, a beautiful untouch island of nature. Well maybe not entirely untouched,
Making your way forward you discover rows of wooden buildings and shacks, dozens of large ships and galleons docking and departing, many carrying flags with skulls and crosses. Unsavoury figures, some pegged legged others simply malnourished, carrying piles of likely stolen treasures and loot off and on ships while many more people walk throughout the town, getting drunk or restocking supplies.
“Should my calculations be correct, you have been transported to a mysterious pirate haven located within the Caribbean.” The doctor’s explanation comes in making sense of your situation.
Slowly you make your way into the town, careful not to draw notice. Hiding behind a series of crates in a dank unlit alley, you wait for a chance to proceed.
“Before progressing any further please wait for the camouflage technology to activate.”
Just as the doctor spoke, the device which brought you here begins glowly, preparing to change you into a form more suitable for your current location