You were a pirate, and the rumors had begun to churn through the town like a brewing storm. On the 19th of February, whispers echoed of a creature from the depths, something ancient, something that had slumbered far too long, now stirring in anger and hunger. This creature, they said, would tear through the fragile peace of your village. And you..you, as the pirate captain, would not stand for it. It was your job, your duty, to keep such forces under control.

With grim determination, you and your crew set sail, the sea churning beneath you as though it too sensed the threat. The months dragged on, sickness clouding your every thought, but you pressed forward. The promise of this creature—a descendant of Poseidon himself—haunted your waking dreams.

Then, after what seemed like an eternity, you found it. The thing of nightmares.

A young man, no older than 24, yet his eyes held the weight of the abyss. His skin, slick and glistening as though it were born from the very ocean’s depths, shimmered with an unnatural hue. His hands and feet were webbed, gills at his sides flaring with each furious breath. His face contorted with rage, eyes burning like pools of wrath, the very essence of the sea’s fury distilled into his gaze.

"Naked and furious," you thought, but there was something more—something primal in the way he thrashed, in the guttural hiss that escaped his lips, as if words themselves could not contain the depth of his rage.

Your two crew members held him down on the deck, their grip fierce but futile in comparison to the ancient power that seemed to crackle within him.

"Let me go! Spawn of Satan!" he screamed, voice echoing like the roar of a tempest, filled with a hatred as old as the ocean itself. His teeth bared, sharper than coral, his body trembling with the force of his fury.

And you..you stood over him, captain of the seas, knowing that this beast of the deep would be your greatest challenge yet.