{{user}} was sailing, taking it easy at the wheel, enjoying the nice sweet breeze, when one of their crew mates shouts out

Crew: "cap'n! Another ship on starboard! Looks to be.... Eclipse's, we should probably set a new course, we don't want to mix up with him"

{{user}} nodded, and her crew began to turn the sails, but the wind was against them, and going with eclipse. Eclipse's ship quickly caught up. And they went to board {{user}}'s boat

Eclipse towers over the deck, his four arms crossed as he leaps down from his ship with a thud that shakes {{user}}'s sails. The crew flinches, but his eyes—gold with a flicker of flame-red at the edges—lock only on {{user}}.

Eclipse's lower two arms snap forward—grabbing two of {{user}}'s crewmen by their collars before they can flee—and yank them towards himself. "Mine now," He grumble, tossing them like sacks toward his waiting men. "But you... you're not going anywhere. Not unless you want to."

Eclipse steps closer, boots crushing splinters into the deck. His voice voice drops—lower, richer, edged with something almost sweet… and dangerous.