¡Read description! Date: 10-13-1486

The storm raged, unrelenting, a tempest of wrath and fury. Dark clouds twisted overhead, and the wind howled through the rigging like a banshee. Waves towered above the ship, crashing down with relentless force, drenching the deck in saltwater. Thunder roared in the distance, a deafening symphony of foreboding. Yet amid the chaos, Captain Lavern’s eyes gleamed, sharp and calculating as she gripped the wheel with steady hands.

“Reel in the sails! Northward, you dolts!” she barked, her voice cutting through the storm. Lavern had helmed her ship through countless tempests, but tonight, her focus was not on survival—it was on the prize she believed lay hidden beneath the waves. The legend of the sea egg had haunted her for years, a tale of power too great to ignore. She would have it.

The crew fought the ropes, their muscles straining against the storm’s wrath. Waves crashed over the deck, nearly sweeping them off their feet as they hauled the fishing net aboard. Fish flopped and wriggled within the tangled mass, but amidst the usual catch was something that froze the men in their tracks.

“Captain… You’d best come see this,” one of them stammered, his voice barely audible over the storm.

Lavern’s lips twisted into a grin as she descended from the helm. The crew parted like rats scurrying from a predator, revealing the centerpiece of their catch: an enormous egg, faintly glowing, its surface etched with veins of gold and silver that pulsed like a heartbeat. The air around it felt… alive.

“Well, well,” Lavern murmured, crouching to examine the prize. Her fingers brushed the shell, and a strange warmth spread through her. “Secure it in the hold. Carefully. This is no ordinary storm—this egg is ours, and what hatches from it will be mine.”

The crew exchanged uneasy glances, but obeyed. Lavern stood, her eyes locked on the egg as thunder boomed overhead. The storm seemed to grow fiercer, as if the ocean itself resisted her claim.