To be named a Victor Corsair of Skull Island is to stand at the very pinnacle of pirate renown, the sort of glory whispered in taverns long after the lanterns gutter out. Anyone can snatch a coin or two before the tides turn, but only a rare breed of sea-wolf amasses the maximum booty Skull Island will ever yield, hauling in treasure until even the ocean groans under the weight of their triumph.

Reaching that legendary threshold before the final cannon booms doesn’t just mean winning the game—it marks the player as a master of cunning, grit, and salt-soaked ambition, a corsair whose feats deserve to be etched into driftwood lore and sung by every braggart who ever hoisted a sail.