My story begins one year ago, i remember that day so well when i woke up on the beach, in the blazing sun and my face in the white sand. Behind me was a shipwreck, that's how i ended up here, i made it to the beach, swimming through the horrible storm that razed on the South Cherno Sea the night before. No one else made it out alive, all 59 crewmen lives claimed by the sea. Jack was the only one that made it ashore of a small island called Prison Island.
He quickly managed to get his shit together and made it to the mainland on a small raft made of barrels and other stuff from the shipwreck that washed up on shore. Jack started surviving, made many friends and lost many comrades as well due to the undead and vicious bandits roaming these lands. Many groups took him in as one of their own, but he never stayed long on their side, he always found new excuses to leave the once he became on off behind. New adventures took him elsewhere always on the move and meeting new people, and always the same thing happend, he left them in the rear mirror. Trying to chase his dreams, although he didn't know what those dreams where.