He journeyed deep into the uncharted jungles of Polynesia, far beyond the reach of traders and other explorers.

There, he lived among forgotten tribes, earning their trust and learning their culture. In time, he was gifted relics few outsiders had ever laid eyes on: carved masks, sacred idols, charms, and amulets said to hold spirits within them.

Some of these objects were said to protect their bearer. While others… carried a curse.

A curse that other expedition members described as artefacts that vanished when touched, only to reappear moments later in their original place, and of shadows that moved against the firelight and hollow eyes of skulls that seem to follow you while you pass them.

His greatest obsession, however, was not these artefacts but it was flavour. He collected rare botanicals, ancient recipes, and forgotten ingredients, crafting exotic concoctions unlike anything the modern world had ever tasted. Food and drinks that could awaken other senses. Food that could change a persons fate and drinks that, some say should never be consumed because of the powers they withold.

Then one day; He disappeared. No body. No farewell. No explanation, only rumours. Some say he discovered an ancient mystical recipe and consumed it. Others believe the jungle claimed him. And a few whisper that Joe still walks somewhere between worlds. From that moment on, his true name was forgotten.

The world would come to know him only as;