A skeletal pirate captain in a red bandana stands on a ship's deck, holding a hook weapon, as another pirate ship approaches at sunset in a detailed fantasy illustration.

The world was an open map for young Salty Bonez, a skeleton merchant marine from the jump, hitching rides on any vessel that would take them, chasing the horizon with salt in their veins. From the icy grip of the North Atlantic to the sun-baked routes of the Levant, they sailed, until the narrow, glinting waters of the Straits of Malacca drew their ship in. But the calm was a lie; out of the haze, black sails tore across the waves, cutlasses glinting as grappling hooks THWACKED against the hull, a shadow falling over the deck as pirates swarmed aboard. In a brutal, swift assault, the merchant vessel, and Salty Bonez with it, was claimed by the pirate flag. See more