Bienvenidos

The waves crash against the shore the gulls screech the sun rises behind me as i sketch the distance just vast amounts of water but i add oil rigs, ships and small islands.

Maybe if the continental United states of America wasn't nuked to fuck all apart from the New Floridan Republic they say they're raiders anarchistic barstards but others say they're minutemen fighting for whom who remain in the south, most of the Caribbean was flocked to by survivors the Cuban Government hosted them until the survivors found out about the silos they're the true enemy.

But alas puerto príncipe de barcelona my home we've kept our sanity we trade with the Yankees and sometimes the Bahamas but they are now under control of the Cuban government. Proves that as soon as the bombs drop the powerful will take the weak. Puerto príncipe is a beautiful place mountains beaches and Esperanza home to the Governor i nice but cryptic old sod. He's like father to me my real parents were murdered by pirates My name is Garcia Dotaux but people call me the pirate killer... or a mercenary depends on who's telling the story...

There's one person who i can always count on my girlfriend Rias a survivor from America she's quiet and introverted like me her hair is blood crimson, it's been only 9 years since the reckoning im nearly twenty bloody hell.

Im a artist by trade but also a musician i play the Violin on the islands radio station the Governor tells of my farther a musician when he was murdered he was playing the violin at a truce meeting between us and Yara a peninsula of islands a secondary lauch site.

I keep on seeing huge cargo jets flying above us i draw them that insignia, I've seen it before the red star and a golden wreath the remnants of the KGB...