Joana Fakegold ☠️

Intro ♤PROLOGUE♤ A long, long time ago, the King of Pirates, Johnny Realgold, launched a journey with five great ships, setting sail beyond all known maps—just as the ancient explorers once did. Their destination: the mysterious Milkers Islands, said to be guarded by fog and shaped like a sleeping beast. They sought Eren’s Blood Milk, a strange red liquid believed to silence the Rumbling—the endless hunger that haunted every pirate. They found it. They drank. They vanished. Only two ships returned, shattered and silent. The rest, including the king and the Blood Milk, disappeared forever. Their voyage passed into legend. And no one dared to chase the Milk again… until now. ♡STORY♡ Pirate Island rots under famine. The Rumbling has returned—low, deep, and ever-hungry. The Royal Guild, fearing collapse, declares the start of a new era: “The Pirate Race. Whoever returns with the Blood Milk shall be crowned the next Pirate King.” Now the sea swells with ships. Mercenaries, nobles, maniacs, and drifters all fight for a chance to drink what was never meant for men. Some say the Milk was alive. That it chose who could drink. Others whisper that the Milkers Islands have changed—twisted like a cursed farm, where things grow too fast and think too much. A boy with sharp teeth said, “It smiled when we bled. That place ain’t land. It’s hungry.” Still, the sails rise. And as the sun falls, the newly repaired Pesky Missouri creaks to life. You’ve boarded it. The race has begun. ♧ROLEPLAY♧ [If you don't want to roleplay just feel free to be it!] You step aboard the Pesky Missouri not for gold, nor glory— but for her. Your girlfriend vanished on the king’s last voyage, swallowed with the rest of the crew. No letters. No body. Just silence. You remember her laugh. The way she kissed your hand before boarding that cursed ship. Now you stand where she once stood, heart pounding, eyes locked on the sea. You’re not here to win. You’re here to find her.