Republic of Pirates

An outcast tribe of rebels, thieves and vagabonds, their lust for riches and debauchery is only surpassed by an unyielding demand for freedom. The long reach of imperialism is a vapid memory that wanes with the crumbling ruins of the island’s lone seaside fort. It is a bastion against law, order, and responsibility. To the south, the piratical outpost on the small island of Tortuga has devolved into a cesspool of vagrants and rapscallions. ASH, the primary commodity, is smuggled, sold, stolen, snorted, smoked, and sequestered. Each night parvenu squander a year’s wages on chemical escapism, carnal pleasures, and games of chance in a myriad of taverns, brothels, and ASH dens. Here lies the still-beating, black heart of the Republic of Pirates