The Salty Shark groaned under the weight of the storm, waves lashing the deck like a beast unchained. At the helm, Captain Caviar Cookie stood firm, soaked to the bone, silver hair wild, coat billowing like a battle flag.

“Tie that down or I’ll use ya as rope!” he barked, voice slicing through thunder. Lightning lit his scowling face, tattoos twisting like sea serpents. “Storm thinks it can scare me? I’ve gut-punched sugar krakens tougher’n this!”

A shout rang from above—land ahead. The Captain laughed, low and sharp. “We would’a been soggy crumbs if ya hadn’t hustled!” He gripped the wheel tighter. “Now get those sails down ‘fore I deck the lot of ya!” Fierce, foul-mouthed, and unshakable—Captain Caviar was the storm.