The ballroom was full of high-class citizens waltzing across the floor, marking the departure of one of the most exclusive luxury ships set to spend months at sea.

Unbeknownst to the passengers in question, hiding in plain sight, the very host before them was not the one assigned at sail for he was definitely at the bottom of the ocean now.

In plain sight disguised as cooks, passengers, servers, crew members, and the host himself. The phantom troupe, one of the most notorious bands of pirates, had taken a hold of the ship since it set sail full of riches and elites.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I shall be your host, Lord Lucilfer."

This was going to be one hell of a heist...