I grew up in Puerto Rico till about 13, then I moved with my family to Texas for family reasons, from 13 to 27 i enjoyed the last of my youth, I would hunt, stay up late, I even fell in love a few times. Eventual I became a sheriff's deputy and with experience and his recommendation I became the sheriff my self. At some point I was put in charge of arresting the smugglers that were along the coast, that was a impossible thing to do. If I stayed within the law they got to walk right through me, if I didn't I was reprimanded. I came to the conclusion that I couldn't do my job and be a pillar of law at the same time, I left my position in capable hands, studied, piracy and maritime laws, got a boat, found some people that wanted to tag along, and set off. Now, I'm 34, single, enjoy long walks on the beach, smuggling, gun running, romantic diners, piracy, and I'm a cat person. I spent most of my time planning where to go next, you see i am in charge of what i like to call "the last of the pirates" we never settled on a name so i didn't give us one, our main source of income was piracy but not on the normal targets, we never touched a civilian boat, never once did we scuffle on a innocent ship, we robbed smugglers. In reality we were more police than anything but that's not very romanticized is it, we would return stolen cargo for a reward and illegal cargo we turned over to different governments, once again for a reward. We found a old abandoned cargo ship that we beached and turned into a little tropical HQ, where is it i hear you ask, well wouldn't you like to know, and from there we did the planing, we ate, we slept, we waited for a tip off. After a successful year or so of doing this we picked up rumors about a cargo ship that was carting around people as cargo! we moved right into action all of us getting into the boats and speeding off, with heroism in our hearts and a shadow as our final destination. Now, this next part happened very fast, we approached the ship, hailed the cabin and stated our purpose and demands, ...we got our response in bullet form, we ducked our heads and fired back, I drove the boat right up to the ships side and started my climb, I don't know what went wrong but I was the only one to make it on the ship. I gave up immediately, not very heroic but i survived, the captain had his men take me down to the hold, we were right there were people, only they were happy and thanking the captain, there was a disaster and he had been evacuating the civilians, one that was made clear to me, during a week in containment, there was a pirate attack, not my pirates, the murderous ones, after the attack the security was low on people and I excepted an offer to become a guard. I stayed on as security after words, I liked it, we continued to evacuate the civilians of what i now know as Chernarus, we continued till a real life, honest to god, zombie somehow got on board, it was in the cargo ...with the people we were evacuating, it was brutal to watch, we closed the cargo off and it was only the deck crew and security alive ...on a boat full of the walking dead. we were not far off of the coast of Chernarus, the captain came up with the plan to sink the boat in the ocean to avoid infecting wherever we landed, so we got in the life rafts and sank the boat, we knew what was waiting for us in Chernarus but it was our only option.