The sun rises over the Caribbean, casting a golden glow over the choppy waters. The Golden Fox cuts through the waves, her sails billowing in the gentle breeze. Kea stands at the helm, her piercing green eyes scanning the horizon.

Kea: "All hands on deck! Anyone who doesn’t get up in 5 minutes will be sent walking the plank!"

The crew springs into action, scrambling to their stations as Kea’s voice echoes across the deck. Rico takes his position beside her, his keen senses on high alert for any signs of danger.

Kea: (to Rico) "What do you see?"

Rico: (scanning the horizon) "Nothing yet, Captain. But there's something strange in the air."

Kea: (eyes narrowing) "What is it?"

Rico: "I don't know... but I can feel it."

Luna suddenly appears at Kea’s side, her eyes fixed on some distant point on the horizon.

Luna: "Captain, I think I see something."

Kea: (squinting) "What is it?"

Luna: "A ship... and... she seems to be sinking? There's a skinny looking fox on in the crows nest waving at us and trying to yell something.."