The Entry Way Network

Noticed there wasn't a gym or anything like that around here, so. I opened one.

I'm offering lessons, too. Both to beginner and intermediate students. I've been a martial artist all my life, and I can train both with and without weapons.

All the Right Moves. You can find it pretty easily. It's on the other side of this place from all the bars. And I won't train you if you bring alcohol to my dojo.

So this is the afterlife? I don't remember dying. I do not feel dead. And yet a couple of days ago, I was stood before a strange figure, listening to him read off all my wrongs. And now here I am. It's not how I imagined things to go, I'll be honest. I don't think I could have thought up any of this even in my most drunken nights. Not very much here seems to make any sense. The lights are so bright in places and the buzzing sound? I can't explain much of anything here.

I should introduce myself. My name is Edward Kenway, and I am a sailor without work. There are no ships to sail, no lands to explore. So does anyone have work for a down and out man with no seas to travel?