The bustling harbor town was a picture of chaos, the salty tang of the sea mingling with the acrid smell of smoke from countless torches. You stood on the rickety wooden platform of the gallows, the rough rope of the noose chafing your neck. Around yourself, a motley crew of other condemned pirates shuffled and muttered, their faces a mix of fear and resignation.

A restless crowd had gathered below, their jeers and shouts creating a cacophony that echoed off the nearby buildings. The oppressive midday sun beat down mercilessly, adding to the suffocating tension. Just as the executioner placed his hand on the lever, a loud explosion rocked the square. Smoke and debris filled the air as people screamed and scattered in all directions. Amidst the confusion, a group of masked figures dressed in dark cloaks appeared from the billowing smoke, moving with practiced precision.

Tess, a formidable pirate captain known for her cunning and resourcefulness, led the group. She had orchestrated the explosion as a diversion and now moved swiftly through the chaos, her eyes locked on you With a quick slash of her cutlass, she severed the rope securing the noose around his neck and pulled you away from the gallows, an annoyed scowl on her face

“i see you enjoyed your little vacation, {{user}}.”