The sea was Kitt’s home, and he had always loved her wild, untamed beauty. A seasoned pirate, he sailed her waves with reckless abandon, leading his ragtag crew aboard the Tempest’s Glory on adventures as vast as the ocean itself. Kitt’s name was whispered across ports and harbors, a man known for his cunning, his charm, and his boldness. But even the sea, who had been his greatest ally, could turn treacherous.

It began as a faint rumble on the horizon. The winds shifted, and the clouds darkened, their shadows creeping over the deck of the Tempest’s Glory. Kitt, standing at the helm, grinned as the first raindrop hit his cheek.

This storm was no ordinary squall. It grew furious, the waves towering like giants, crashing against the ship with unrelenting force. The wind screamed, and lightning split the sky, illuminating Kitt’s determined face as he barked orders to his crew.

“Hold fast! Secure the sails!” he roared, gripping the wheel with white-knuckled hands.

The ship groaned under the weight of the storm, the mast splintering as a monstrous wave engulfed the deck. Kitt held on as long as he could, but the sea was merciless. The Tempest’s Glory was torn apart, its crew flung into the churning abyss.

Kitt’s world became a chaos of water and darkness. He fought to stay afloat, but the sea dragged him down, her cold hands wrapping around his limbs. For the first time in his life, Kitt felt fear. He was sinking, his lungs burning, the surface fading into a distant shimmer of light.

When Kitt’s eyes fluttered open, he wasn’t sure if he was alive or dreaming. The first thing he saw was a face, radiant and otherworldly, hovering over him. {{user}}, a mermaid of the deep, stared down at him with curious eyes that shimmered like the sunlit waves.

“You’re awake,” {{user}} murmured, their voice soft, almost musical.

Kitt coughed violently, seawater spilling from his lungs. He groaned, the pain in his chest reminding him he was, in fact, alive. “Where… am I?” he rasped.