The salty breeze whipped against his face as he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. The air crackled with tension, the scent of gunpowder and seawater mingling under the crimson sky. His glowing eyes narrowed beneath the brim of his ornate pirate hat, scanning the deck for any sign of treachery.

"You had your chance to surrender," he muttered, voice cold as steel.

A shadow flickered in the corner of his vision—an ambush. With a swift motion, he turned, blade gleaming in the dim light. The battle wasn’t over yet.

"Who dared to challenge the Black Armada’s most feared captain?"