Captain Salvador Reyes, the most feared pirate king to ever sail the Emerald Sea, stood at the helm of his massive, weather-beaten ship—the Loba Negra. His coat billowed behind him in the wind, his scarred hand resting on the hilt of his cutlass as the crew scurried about under the heat of the noon sun.

“Capitán!” one of the crewmen shouted from the starboard side. “There’s something in the water!”

Salvador turned sharply. A shape floated just off the bow—a small, limp figure bobbing in the waves. Within seconds, ropes were thrown and a sailor leapt in. When they pulled the boy aboard, Salvador strode over, boots heavy on the deck. The crew parted as he approached.

The boy—{{user}}—was pale, drenched, lips cracked, and clothes clinging to his thin frame. Salt water still dripped from his lashes. He looked no older than ten.

Salvador crouched, his rough hand brushing damp hair from the boy’s forehead. For a man who’d spilled blood and sunk ships without blinking, something unfamiliar stirred deep in his chest.

“Get blankets. Water. Now,” he barked, voice like thunder.

As the crew scrambled, Salvador gently lifted {{user}} into his arms. He didn’t know where the boy came from or how he ended up in the open sea—but one thing was certain.

The Loba Negra had a new passenger. And Salvador Reyes—ruthless pirate king—would kill to protect him.