Faithless_reader

Henry Garagam, an expert player of Sea of Conquest, dies in a tragic and bizarre incident—burned alive by acid at the hands of a secret organization. When he awakens, he finds himself reincarnated in the very game he mastered. Armed with his deep knowledge of the world, Henry sets out to achieve his ultimate dream: becoming a legendary pirate feared and admired across the seas.

However, there's a slight problem. While Henry believes he is simply playing the role of a mysterious and cool pirate lord, the world around him takes his every word and action far too seriously. His exaggerated declarations, strategic "coincidences," and sheer dumb luck make him seem like a mastermind of the seas—one prophesized to shake the world itself.

As he rebuilds his ship, gathers an eccentric crew, and unintentionally sparks war between pirate factions and imperial forces, Henry’s legend grows beyond anything he ever imagined. But will he rule through fear, forge a pirate republic, or harness the lost power of an ancient civilization? One thing is certain: the saga of Henry Garagam is only just beginning.

- This is based on the mobile game Sea of Conquest. Although the main character name is the same by coincidence. I just found out recently.

Sea of Conquest: The saga of Henry Garagam

Scarlet leaned against the bar, sizing Henry up with a smirk. "So, Captain, what's next?"

Henry exhaled. One crew member wasn't enough. He needed a team—a group of people as ambitious (or crazy) as him.

He turned to the rest of the tavern, raising his voice just enough to grab attention.

"I'm looking for men and women who want to carve their names into history. If you're willing to take risks, chase treasure, and laugh in the face of danger—step forward."

A deep voice rumbled from the corner. Henry turned and found himself staring at an absolute mountain of a man. He was shirtless, covered in tribal tattoos, and had an axe strapped to his back. His long, dark hair was tied into a loose ponytail, and his calm, thoughtful expression made him seem almost too wise for a pirate.

Name: Grok the Philosopher.

Henry recognized him from Sea of Conquest. A former tribal warrior turned pirate who often quoted poetry in battle.

"I have sailed under many captains," Grok said, his voice slow and deliberate. "Some sought power. Others sought glory. But you…" His eyes gleamed. "You seek legend."

Henry had no idea why Grok thought that, but he wasn't about to correct him.

"Welcome aboard," Henry said with a nod.

Grok grunted in approval and took a seat at their table, causing the wooden chair to groan under his weight.

A second later, another voice chimed in—much faster and much more unhinged.

"Ooooh, this sounds fun."

A woman dropped into a seat across from Henry, grinning like she'd just found the best prize in the world. She had wild, curly blonde hair, a pair of tinted goggles pushed up on her forehead, and a belt filled with tiny explosives and tools.

Name: Marrow the Mad Bomber.

Henry immediately recognized her as the worst (and by worst, he meant most chaotic) explosives expert in the game. In Sea of Conquest, she had a habit of blowing up things first and asking questions never.

"I like explosions," Marrow said matter-of-factly. "And danger. And chaos. If you let me blow stuff up, I'm in."

Henry hesitated. "You're not going to blow up my ship, are you?"

Marrow laughed. "Not on purpose."

Henry decided to move on before he regretted his life choices.

Scarlet chuckled. "Well, Captain, you're certainly attracting an interesting bunch."

Just as Henry was about to respond, the tavern doors slammed open. A gust of wind blew in dramatically.

A man stepped inside. He wore a dark cloak, his face partially shadowed by a wide-brimmed hat. A sheathed rapier hung at his waist, and his movements were silent, calculated.

The room went tense. The man approached Henry's table, then slowly pulled out a chair and sat down.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice a low whisper.

Shade remained still, his expression unreadable. "I work in the shadows. I know things that others do not. I hear the whispers of the wind. The world's secrets flow through me."

"Yes." Shade narrowed his eyes. "And an assassin."

Henry leaned in. "Have you actually killed anyone?"

Shade hesitated. "…Not yet. But one day."

Henry rubbed his temples. He had accidentally recruited a wannabe legendary assassin.

Scarlet nudged him. "I like this guy. He's dramatic."

Shade nodded mysteriously, as if everything had gone exactly according to his plan.

Boggart leaned back, chuckling. "Well, Cap'n, I'd say we got ourselves a right chaotic crew."

Henry surveyed the group. A poetic giant, a mad bomber, an overly dramatic assassin, a fiery sharpshooter, and Boggart, the most surprisingly competent first mate in existence.

Yeah. This was going to be insane.

"Alright," Henry said. "Tomorrow, we set sail."

Marrow grinned. "I'll bring extra gunpowder."

To be continued…

Chapter 4: The Crew Grows