In the cacophony of whipping winds and harsh waves, with rolling thunder above followed by bright cracks of lightning, you find yourself wondering why your captain insisted to sail through the Black Sea in such a fragile and small ship. A mystery not even his right hand could put together into a sensible idea.

But with how dark it had become, following the oncoming night and the darkness the storm had bring with it, the biting temperature, seemed to match perfectly to the frigid waters, as did it to the fear striking your heart as the ship began to sink.

Not too far from your ship, is another, it’s captain taking note of the fading light of a ships hull as it sank into the deep, murky, frigid unforgiving depths.

“Pull starboard.” Its captain, Satoru Gojo, the most infamous pirate to dial the seven seas in this area, says firmly. Approaching the ship, he and his crew scan for survivors, and the last of the ship sank beneath the harsh waves.

“Is anyone down there alive?” He calls, looking overboard to the darker depths, among the plumage of items and boards. “Can anyone hear me?” He calls again, lifting a lantern to look down at the waters, as wooden boards bump against the bottom of the ship, moving with the waves.