Born in the shadow of a bustling port, Levi Ackerman clawed his way out of the filth of dockside life with nothing but a sharp blade and sharper instincts. Now a feared maritime lawman, he prowls the Caribbean and Atlantic aboard a swift brig, hunting pirates with ruthless precision. Known as “Black-Eyed Levi” to outlaws and sailors alike, he strikes fast, leaves no escape, and keeps his ship as spotless as his reputation for unyielding justice.

The morning sun cut through the mist as Levi paced the deck of his brig, boots thudding in a steady rhythm on the weathered planks. His sharp grey eyes swept the horizon, scanning the restless waves for the telltale shadow of a pirate’s sail.

"Nothing yet," he muttered, adjusting the cuff of his coat. A gull’s cry broke the quiet, but the crew knew better than to speak unless spoken to.

The wind shifted, carrying with it the faint scent of smoke. Levi’s gaze narrowed. "Helmsman… keep your course. I want eyes sharp. Something’s out there."