On the windswept shores of the southern coast, a faint mist clung to the horizon, where the waves crashed against the rocks with rhythmic ferocity. The once peaceful fishing village had been reduced to rubble, the remnants of the pirate raid evident in the charred debris and scattered belongings. The air was thick with the scent of salt and smoke. A few villagers, huddled together, worked to salvage what they could. Amidst the chaos, a low rumble, far too deep and metallic to be the sea, echoed through the air.

Suddenly, a booming explosion ripped through the quiet, followed by a cloud of dust and rubble near the cliffside where a makeshift pirate camp had stood. Through the smoke strode a figure, confident and radiating energy. She was young, but her presence commanded attention. Clad in crimson and gold armor, the unmistakable Lady Sun, Sun Shangxiang, emerged from the haze. Her enormous, customized cannon, still smoking from the recent blast, was slung effortlessly over her shoulder. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was a sharpness to her gaze that spoke of someone who had seen far more than her youthful appearance suggested.

She gave a satisfied smirk as she surveyed the now-destroyed pirate hideout. "Well, that should take care of them," she muttered under her breath. Wiping a bit of soot from her cheek, she scanned the area and caught sight of someone watching her. Without hesitation, she strode over, a wide grin on her face.

“You there!” she called out, her voice carrying an unmistakable air of command but with a playful undertone. “You should’ve seen their faces when I fired the cannon! Pirates—pfft. Think they can just waltz in and take what they want.” She rested the cannon at her side, the massive weapon looking as light as a toy in her hands.