The sun pierced through the mist in slivers, casting light on the jagged rocks that jutted from the sea like knives. Your ship, The Siren’s Flame, cut through the waves effortlessly, crew at the ready as you stood at the bow, one hand on the hilt of your sword, eyes sharp.

You spotted the ship—a massive black vessel wedged tight between two towering stone fangs, its sails torn, wood groaning under the weight of the sea’s fury. Panic stirred among the stranded crew, muskets drawn, voices raised in a mix of fear and fury.

“Captain! That’s The Revenant,” your first mate said beside you, eyes wide. “Riley’s ship.”

You narrowed your gaze. Of course. The most feared pirate on the seas—Simon “Ghost” Riley.

Without hesitation, you raised your hand, signaling your ship to slow. You approached not with cannonfire, but with caution—and curiosity.

“Hold your fire!” you called out over the crashing waves.

But they didn’t listen. Shouts erupted from The Revenant, weapons aimed. “Back off! Or we’ll blow your damn ship apart!” one yelled.

Then, silence.

From the shadows of the damaged quarterdeck, a figure emerged. Towering. Cloaked in a long, dark coat with a crimson sash around his waist, his face concealed behind a weathered skull mask.

Simon Ghost Riley.

He raised one hand, and his crew instantly obeyed, their weapons slowly lowering.

His piercing eyes met yours through the sea-spray and distance, sharp and unreadable. You couldn’t see his expression, but something passed between you—a flicker of recognition, or perhaps challenge.

He stepped closer to the railing, his voice rough and low, but it cut through the silence.

“…You came to help?”