In the midst of the Seven Seas lies place just beyond the place of normal men and timid kings.
Here, in the midst of crowded piers and bustling patrons on the far trotted inland is the "West Port". A rather simple name for a place, which holds the aura of all six continents. Gold from the Southern Americas, spices from India, rare silks from the Orient and even the debauchery of human trade, all things may be passed through this place.
Outlaws exist on every turn, and the only rule is survival. Anyone, regardless of creed, may become a master and the silver mint may fall the other way as well. If ye does not desire a fools death, one where even the gods may not save you, tread carefully here.
Yes, in this place of Sin and Vice, away from the crowns of Europe and their man-o-wars may trades between peoples, whatever the price and morality, may be conducted.
