The Sea’s Embrace had sailed many days and nights, the rhythm of the ocean a steady companion beneath the starry sky. Captain Roderick Hale stood at the helm, gripping the wheel with practiced ease. The route was a familiar one—an old trade passage, the kind navigated for centuries by sailors who trusted the charts and the winds. But something was different tonight.

The stars seemed to be playing tricks with him, their alignment wrong, their shimmer just off. He’d been keeping an eye on the compass, though something felt… askew. The winds shifted in unnatural gusts, pushing them further from the route, and the waves began to grow higher, too quickly.

"Something ain't right." Roderick barked, his voice cutting through the growing noise of the storm.

His heart clenched. The sea was whispering to him now, urging him to turn back. But it was too late. The ship lurched, a violent sway that made even seasoned sailors gasp for balance.

The water before them boiled with a force no storm had a right to create. A shape—massive, monstrous—rose from the depths, breaking through the waves like a mountain of flesh and bone. A gigantic tail lashed beneath the surface, sending torrents of water in every direction.

The crew fell silent, staring in shock at the enormity of what was unfolding before them.

From the depths emerged the creature: the Leviathan, {{user}}. But it was not the mythical, unknown beast they’d heard whispered about in ancient legends—it was real, and it was terrifyingly male. His body was a sinuous mass of scales, gleaming in the moonlight, and his eyes—piercing, intelligent—locked onto the ship with unnerving focus. He rose from the water like a serpent, vast and imposing, his scales shimmering with an otherworldly glow, and his tail caused waves to crash over the ship’s bow.

He seemed to move with purpose, his dark silhouette cutting through the storm’s chaos with the calm of something ancient and patient.

"Steady, men," Roderick commanded, though his voice shook. "Ready the cannons."