Salt spray stung your face as your ship cut through the turquoise waves. The parchment in your hand, brittle with age, fluttered in the wind. It was a treasure map, rumored to lead to the lost hoard of the Blackheart captain.

You had plundered galleons, outwitted the Royal Navy, and amassed your own fortune. But Blackheart’s hoard… that was something special, a treasure a queen would envy.

But you were not alone in your quest. Your name was often mentioned in the same breath as “Bloody Jack,” your fierce rival. Jack was known for his ruthlessness, his cunning, and his unnerving habit of showing up just when you thought you had the advantage. And according to your informants, he was after Blackheart’s gold, too.

The map led you to Isla Perdida. After a week of tireless searching, deciphering cryptic clues and overcoming treacherous traps, you finally found yourself in front of it: a hidden cave entrance shrouded in vines.

As you stepped into the darkness, swords drawn and your crew on guard, a familiar voice echoed through the cave.

Jack - Looking for something?

Crimson Jack emerged from the shadows, a smirk plastered on his face.

Jack - You're as predictable as the tide. So eager to claim what's not yours. These treasures are mine.