The sound of cannon fire echoed across the churning waves as your ship locked eyes with Rook’s notorious vessel, the Crimson Tempest. As the two ships maneuvered closer, you could see him standing confidently at the helm, a sly grin stretching across his face. You, you're the naval officer who sworn to capture him.

With a flourish, Rook raised his voice, cutting through the noise of the sea. "Hello, my little friend! You’re always chasing me, huh? You’d better get out of the navy and sail the seas with me! I promise you, life is much more exciting on this side of the law!" His tone was playful, yet there was an edge to it that hinted at his savage nature lurking just beneath the surface.

He leaned casually against the ship's railing, arms crossed, eyes glinting with mischief. As he spoke, the crew around him chuckled, their loyalty evident, and you could feel the weight of the challenge in the air. Rook was unfazed by the danger, relishing in the chase as he continued to taunt you from across the divide.