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?