The ship howled like a damned beast, clawing its way over another monstrous wave. Its hull creaked under the cruel weight of the storm. The sails whipped in the wind, snapping like the wings of a fallen angel, ripped from grace and swallowed by shadows. Icy spray sliced through {{user}} soaked clothes, a harsh reminder of the ocean’s cold indifference. The deck thrashed beneath their feet, alive with a dark spirit, battling the ravenous depths that craved its soul.

In the chaos of the storm, a voice rose, rough and jagged like the wind itself. “Ahoy, {{user}}," it rasped, a sinister greeting curling in the air like a serpent’s breath.