Once upon a time, there was a mighty and noble sea captain known as Trinia the Just.
He was known throughout the seas for his mercy and fairness, and even the pirates he pursued admired him.
But, one day, this all changed.
A pirate, or at least what looked like a pirate, called "Poison Fist" came to Trinia's home port, and slew everyone there. Those who weren't tortured to death to amuse Poison Fist's crew were sacrificed to their captain's foul spirit patron...
Then everything changed for Captain Trinia...
He became obsessed with finding and slaying this monster Poison Fist... With each ship he captured, he was certain he was closing in on his quarry. With each crew he sent to their deaths, he was sure that the whole world would sing of his valiant quest.
Twenty years and 1038 sunken ships later, the world did indeed sang of his quest. They sang of a warped and bitter man, the very image of ruin from vengeance. And they sing of how even in death, his ghost continues to devour the souls of drowned sailors in the futile hope that he will claim his hated foe's spirit.