Shortly after being poisoned to death by his wife, Governor Mortimer Leech was recruited by the Dark Lord himself to join the house band upon his ship, The Widows Bane. The crew exclusively consisted of men fallen at the hands of their beloveds, and it was there that Leech was introduced to the rest of the band. There was Rutherford Belleview, an accomplished accordionist hailing from Connecticut, whose wife hung him up to dry with a piano wire. Bartholomew Catacombs, lovingly referred to as Bat, had been buried alive. A hundred years later The Devil dug him up, and he was now holding down the low end of the band on board The Widows Bane. Franklin McKane, a drunken gambler of the potato famine era, had been shot to death by his blushing bride when she realized his banjo and deck of cards meant more to him than she ever would. And then there was Rictus Corpum, who met the sharp end of a scythe after his wife played him out for another man. The Devil, however, was kind enough to transform Corpums bride into a violin so he might exact his revenge by playing her daily for all eternity.
The Widows Bane sailed unhindered for three hundred years, laying to waste every ship that crossed its path while entertaining every pub in every port town in which it dropped anchor. That is, until they had the great misfortune of crossing paths with St. Gabriel and his ship, The Pale Horse. It was off the coast of Alaska where Gabe laid into The Widows Bane with a vengeance. The Devil retreated into an abyss beneath the Bering Sea, while the house band was left to row ashore in a life raft, taking nothing from that sinking ship but her name.