A gentle sea breeze wafts over Coral Harbour, gently swaying the heavy flags of the merchant ships rocking in their berths in the lazy morning waves. Wealthy waterbird merchants walk the streets, flanked by their human guards. Sailmakers, coopers and carpenters labour away in studios that spill out onto the streets. Today, the town is unusually quiet, the hubbub of the dockhands subdued and furtive. The breeze falters and stops, as if the wind itself is holding its breath in anticipation.

A deafening crack breaks the stillness. Mutiny! The shrill calls of the Waterbird Guard rise from the harbour but are cut short by cannon fire. Yells of defiance and the clash of sabres ring out across the town. Mutiny! From its perch above the docks the statue of The Black Crane Emperor topples, and a macaque climbs to take its place, a banner of a blazing sea flying in his hand.

With gunpowder, fire and bloodshed, the Mutiny on The Peacock Sea has begun!