The fortress of Shipwreck Cove vibrates with shouting as the Brethren Court gathers around the great table. Hector Barbossa slams a boot on the wood as he argues for open war, while Jack Sparrow lounges back in his chair, smiling slyly as if he knows something no one else does. Around them, the other Pirate Lords are no less fiery—Mistress Ching makes sharp demands, Gentleman Jocard rises with pistol already cocked, and Captain Chevalle is half out of his seat, ready to duel anyone who disagrees with him. Ammand the Corsair snarls from across the table, and the room threatens to snap like a mast in a hurricane

Instead of unity, the council explodes into chaos. Blades are drawn, pistols are aimed, and centuries of grudges spark like flint and steel. Some climb onto the table; others stand on chairs, the meeting turning into a battlefield before a single vote is reached. The fate of every pirate on the seven seas hangs by a thread, yet the Brethren Court seems moments away from tearing itself apart