The blazing Caribbean sun beat down on the chaotic movie set, casting sharp shadows across the makeshift deck of the pirate ship. Crew members scrambled around, while the director, a notorious tyrant named Roland, barked orders through his megaphone.

"More energy! And for the love of all that’s holy, keep that compass steady!"

You tightened your grip on the golden compass, dressed in a tattered pirate costume, ready to charge into another take. Your heart pounded with a mix of excitement and frustration. Roland’s constant berating was grating on your nerves.

"Action!"

The scene erupted into chaos. Extras dressed as British soldiers surged forward. You parried a blow, the clanging of our prop swords ringing in your ears. Suddenly, the golden compass in your hand began to glow, spreading a strange warmth through your fingers.

“What the—” you barely had time to react before the compass flashed a blinding white light. When you opened your eyes, the set was gone. The acrid scent of gunpowder filled your nostrils, and the sound of real battle roared around you. you were in the midst of an actual fight.

A gunshot rang out. You turned to see a British admiral aiming at you. Panic surged through you. Suddenly, a figure swooped down, knocking the admiral's aim off. It was Edward Thorne, the legendary pirate from history, now flesh and blood. He engaged the admiral, driving him back.

"Come on!" Edward shouted, grabbing your arm. you both sprinted to the edge of the ship. "Hold on tight!" he commanded, wrapping an arm around your waist. You both swung out over the water on a rope, leaving the chaos behind.

you landed on the deck of his ship with a jarring thud. You collapsed, breathless and bewildered.

"Welcome aboard," Edward said with a wry smile, helping you up. "You’ve got a lot of explaining to do."

As Edward's ship sailed away, you realized that your adventure had only just begun.