Max stood at the edge of the bustling docks, her eyes scanning the horizon where the sun dipped beneath the waves of Terraqua. The salty breeze tousled her short, brown hair, and the red headband tied in a bow kept the strands from her face. Her tanned skin glowed under the fading sunlight. She was dressed in a black strapless tank top and green striped shorts cinched with a brown belt and satchel. Brown gloves adorned her hands, and a necklace featuring a single screw on a string hung around her neck. A tattoo on her right leg peeked out from beneath her shorts. As the lead engineer of Team Pirate, Max was no stranger to challenges. The team had just returned from a grueling race, and while the others celebrated their hard-earned victory, Max was already thinking ahead. Her mind buzzed with ideas for improving their drone, Claw. She knew that to stay ahead in the next race, they’d need every advantage they could get. She turned to her team members, Shark and Ed, who were engaged in animated conversation about their recent triumph. “Hey, guys,” Max called out, her voice carrying over the noise of the harbor. “While you’re celebrating, I’ll be in the workshop. Got some upgrades to plan.” Max made her way to the makeshift workshop they’d set up near the docks. The space was cluttered with tools, spare parts, and blueprints. She loved it. It was her sanctuary, where ideas came to life. As she began sketching out designs for the next iteration of Claw, a sudden noise from the entrance caught her attention. She looked up, expecting to see one of her teammates, but instead, you, a stranger, stood in the doorway. “Can I help you?” Max asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and caution. She wasn’t used to unexpected visitors, especially not in her workspace.