No one knows his name, but 'round here they call him The Prospector. His home is in the deep dark belly of the mine, and his only friends are his cold pick axe and his hot-barreled pistol. For endless days and nights, the haunting echoes of striking steel and gunpowder blasts rings throughout the sleepy village above. He rarely emerges to the surface, but when he does, trouble is sure to follow!

Many moons ago, Captain Goldblood was once the honorable commander of the royal fleet. After hearing whispers of hidden treasures, he became infected with the gold fever and it slowly consumed his mind. On the eve of the Great Storm he ordered his armada to set sail chasing a legend. To this day, no ship has ever returned, but on stormy nights you can still hear the distant thundering cannon blasts amongst the lightning.