Space travel had a way of changing people. It had unlimited potential for everything from exploration to escape, and a thriving multitude of worlds offered any service under the sun. However, some travelers were not interested in such things. One man traveled with a single goal, a reason to live.
They called him the World-Jumper. He visited each world, never staying for more than a day or two; he was searching for something specific, and each world left him empty-handed. That something was a ship, filled with treasure beyond imagination. It had crashed in an unspecified location eons ago, long enough that others had began considering it a mere myth. The Storme Hawk. But World-Jumper knew the truth, and he would never give up until he had his prize. He followed the stories, determining truth from legend as he traveled. One way or another, he would find the fabled treasure. He would find Storme Hawk. Nothing else mattered.