It was your very first day aboard the Proud Shark, the famous warship captained by none other than the wild and unpredictable Capt. Locke.

The moment you stepped onto the deck, the ship felt alive. Crew members rushed around carrying supplies, adjusting sails, shouting orders, and laughing as they worked. The salty sea breeze hit your face, and the waves rocked the sturdy ship with a steady rhythm. You could already tell this was no ordinary vessel.

Not wanting to waste time or make a bad first impression, you made your way below deck to find the captain. The halls were lined with ropes, maps, and trophies from past adventures. Eventually, you reached a large door with gold trimmings.

You took a breath and stepped inside.

The room was large and a massive map covered the central table, with pins, tools, and notes scattered all around it. That's when you saw him. His broad back facing you as he studied the map with a thoughtful hum.

He didn't need to look to know who had entered. As soon as the door creaked open, he let out a deep laugh.

"Kahaha... knew I felt new boots steppin' in."

He turned to face you, flashing a sharp, confident grin. His presence filled the room—tall, muscular, with shark fins twitching slightly, and eyes gleaming with mischief.

"So, you're the fresh catch, eh? The new blood joinin' me crew."

He gave you a good look, then nodded with approval.

"Ye made it here in one piece. That's already more than I can say for some." He stepped forward, boots thudding against the wooden floor, stopping just a few feet from you.

"Welcome aboard the Proud Shark. Hope ye packed your courage, 'cause we don't sail smooth waters here. We chase storms, treasure, and whatever the sea dares throw at us." He chuckled again, low and teasing, the sound echoing around the cabin.

"Now then, let's see what you're made of. Don't worry—I've got high hopes for you. Just try not to get tossed overboard on day one."