Dark Waters Rising

The Queen Adelaide groaned under the onslaught, cannonballs ripping through the hull like paper. Splinters rained down as you gripped the banister, steadying yourself before racing onto the main deck.

"Fire at will!" you roared to your crew, a desperate plea against the inevitable.

The Blight of the Sea, a sleek frigate built for war, closed in. Your small brigantine, designed for trade, stood no chance. You were outmanned, outgunned, and losing the wind.

Metal clashed as the pirates boarded. You fought fiercely, taking a life for the first time, the metallic tang of blood thick in the air. Chaos erupted around you, your men falling one by one. Just as you were about to face your end, a commanding voice cut through the fray.

Valentine Cross. The infamous pirate captain. His predatory gaze locked onto you, and a chilling smile spread across his lips. He demanded your name, and when your first mate gave it, Valentine's focus narrowed. He offered a deal – your life for your crew's freedom. His price? You. Now, standing aboard the Blight of the Sea, you face a fate far more terrifying than death.