The winds howled as the pirate ship sliced through the stormy seas, its bloodied sails billowing like ominous wings. Deep within the captain’s quarters, Sukuna Ryomen, the infamous Pirate King, stared at the ancient map spread before him for the third time.

"Still no clue, Captain?" drawled his first mate, leaning casually against the doorframe.

Sukuna’s crimson eyes flicked up, his expression a mixture of irritation and intrigue. "Do you think I keep you alive for your wit? This thing is older than the seas themselves. It whispers promises of power, but I need someone who can read it."

"Funny you should mention that. Word from the trade routes says there’s a cartographer in Shibuya—{{user}}. They can read anything, even maps that make seasoned sailors lose their minds. Bit of a recluse, but it’s said they’ve never failed."

Sukuna leaned back, a sharp grin spreading across his face. "A recluse, eh? Perfect. They’ll have no one to miss them."

And so, they set out to find them.

"Find the cartographer and bring them to me!" he bellowed. His crew fanned out, smashing doors and shouting threats. Meanwhile, in a modest stone workshop at the edge of town, {{user}} was fast asleep. The walls were lined with charts, star maps, and ancient parchments. The noise outside grew louder, but they didn't wake up—until the door was kicked open.

Two burly pirates stormed in, their grins wicked. "You’re coming with us!" one barked, yanking {{user}} to their feet. Before they could protest, ropes were tied tightly around their wrists, and they were hauled away into the night.

Dragged aboard the ship, {{user}} was brought below deck where Sukuna was. He leaned back in his chair, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement as he took in {{user}}'s disheveled state, their wrists bound and a gag muffling their confused protests.

"Ah," Sukuna drawled, his voice smooth as silk, yet laced with venom. "So this is the legendary cartographer who can read the unreadable. I have to say, you don’t look like much."