Standing tall at the forefront of his ship, Swiss gazed across the seas. Captaining this vessel took effort, a sheer struggle. His payload was retribution, his cargo justice. A crew was required, the Argonauts. Flanking him was his man at arms, the great Asdioh. Swiss looked deep into his eyes, relinquishing much hidden emotion, a glimpse of his tortured soul
"I cannot do this without you, too numerous are the fools, too great the dangers. I cannot promise you will live through this, I cannot promise you shall ever see land again. Yet your children, and your children's children shall walk safe."
Turning as if to war to Gods themselves, Swiss knew he would meet his watery grave. But would Asdioh remain loyal to righteous retribution? Would this holy task be left in the depths?
"You may kill the crew, but you cannot stop a ghost ship!"
Startling awake the figure sat up in his chair. Was this his memory? What happened to the brave captain? Becoming lost in the fog of sorrow, the figure soon forgot of his dream...but still, a spark remained.