The ancients said that there were three maritime professions: trade, fishing and piracy. In the world where volunteer number nine was unsuccessfully thrown, they think the same way. Go to the other end of the sea to the Iron Cape? To that same grandiose forge, where the troops of the godless southerners receive the best weapons and ammunition in the world? After all, if this is not the heart of the empire of dems, then at least the liver, and such organs are supposed to be carefully protected, except on great holidays, making exceptions for the sake of copious libations. No one has ventured into those waters for a hundred years now. Attack a dark stronghold with two ships, having only one experienced captain, who, moreover, became famous only for crashing his ship on the cursed shore of Mezhgorye? And he is also obsessed with suicidal desires: he dreams of dying heroically, as is customary among men of his kind. Will there really be any crazy people who can be recruited into the team of such a psycho? Surely there will be if it promises a share in the spoils. They would go to hell with the team, let alone with a loser captain. And you, sir guard, think about how to take away this very loot from there... and your head at the same time.