My inception into the Burning Sea begins with a horrific explosion of cannon fire and splintered wood. I run into the next room and see a gaping wound in the ship's broadside. Ship's Log documents, shattered furniture, and dead crewmen are scattered from hell-to-breakfast. Two other sailors flank the hole in the bulkhead and I see a small, fast vessel passing on our port side, Jolly Rogers flapping in the wind at their mastheads.
Who they are is obvious, but that doesn't make them any less dangerous.