Roughly 50 years ago.
Captain Flaff's body was drenched in a fusion of rum, blood, and sweat. He licked his lips. The taste of champions.
The room in which he stood, was, to his misfortune, filling slowly with liquid of varying mixtures. Giant wholes were blasted into the ceiling, and tanks of varying alcoholic beverages and oil poured into the room. Standing in the corner on a stool, the man's fate was doomed. There was no way to reach the hole to climb up, the ceiling was too high. He had nothing of which to pull himself up on, no chain, nothing. He could, potentially, rip off his dreads and try to make a rope - but that what hurt like hell and wouldn't support his hankering 217 pounds of pure muscle long enough to pull himself up. He was marooned.
He focused on the oil and rum pouring from the ceiling. It was for these he made this voyage - and for the voyage, and these precious liquids, that he would die. He was, for the entirety of his life, a mercenary. Being paid to hang out on a merchant ship's regulatory and usual trip to pick some stuff up seemed silly. Little did he know however what he was getting into.
He was kept in a drunken stupor the whole trip, convinced there would be no use of his abilities, and so he slumbered in his cabin, half drunk, half bored.
The ship however, was not on a common everyday pick-up mission. It was transporting an artifact that the nation of Kirigakure had an intense interest in, something they would kill for. Something they ultimately would kill for. It was found two years ago by the Trade Union that policed these seas, and they just now managed to procure proper precautions to move it without alerting Kirigakure. A short while after this boat, (and several other routine merchant ships) set sail from the refueling station, another ship, fully armed and armored set sail in the other direction, towards the Land of Oil, a trading enemy of Kirigakure that has stolen valuable Kirigakure relics in the past. Followed by an armada of ships to protect it, it was a diversion. However, there had been mutiny, and the plan doomed.
The merchant boats made their routine paths, but one of Kirigakure's prized Destroyers knew of it's course, and using it's newly devised cloaking and stealth abilities amplified and cast with chakra, it was able to sneak up upon the ships, and using it's chakra powered Megasaw-like hull, tear it in two. However, the merchants had their own ninpou based protections - several seals, infused with numerous elemental properties would allow any part of the ship to float until it ran out of chakra. With the amount it had left, the two parts of the ship left floated in opposite directions, when they should've sunk. Baffled, the Kirigakure Destroyer sent a flock of Hunter-nin abroad each part of the ships.
It was the beheading of his ship that awoke Captain Flaff, sensing danger (and with good reason, the ship shook violently for several minutes), he drew his scimitars, and sought out his offenders.
Slaughtering countless hunter-nin with his renown murderously trained skill, he arose to the deck, and surveyed what had happened. He realized this was his last stand - and so he sought to murder every single hunter-nin aboard both halves of the boat if he could, but would settle with just his half.
Within the next two hours, the blood of Kirigakure's finest, dirt, and sawdust had become caked under his nails. He had fought them into the heart of the ship, into the storage rooms. A rather crafty Hunter-nin, through the use of smoke grenades, genjutsu and a carefully timed trip, he had managed to knock Captain Flaff 30 feet below into an empty room below, where he now stood. Marooned, figuratively.
Kirigakure would pay, should he find a way to survive.