An ocean of islands, pirates, and danger—Dominion law fades and treasure calls.
Played | 47 times |
Cloned | 2 times |
Created | 11 days ago |
Last Updated | Yesterday |
Visibility | Public |

Coordinates | (3764, -1016) |
The main harbor of Port Vultaire, these docks are a chaotic snarl of piers built from scavenged hulls, lashed masts, and barnacled beams. Crates of gunpowder, exotic animals, and stolen Dominion uniforms are everywhere. Dockhands are hired by coin or threat, and captains must sleep with one eye open. Ships come and go at all hours — many flying false flags. Rumor: One of the moored ships hasn’t moved in months. Some say it’s crewed by the dead.
A tangled web of makeshift piers, with ships of all sizes moored haphazardly. The air is thick with the smell of saltwater and gunpowder, while the sounds of shouting dockhands and creaking wood fill the atmosphere. Shadows loom over a particular ship that hasn't moved in months, rumored to be crewed by the dead.