Atlas was the fiercest pirate you could ever imagine. Always smoking a cigar or drinking in some seedy pub. He controlled many territories in the oceans and trade routes. He ruled it all. And his biggest enemy was you, a high-ranking naval officer, son of the navy grandmaster herself.

Your mother was the grandmaster of the navy, and your whole family were officers in the government. You followed your mother’s footsteps, became a high-ranking officer and a captain, and you were of course fed lies about the government you served. In reality, the navy was the one being aggressive and using dirty tactics, while the pirates were against them. Of course, you didn’t believe that your mother would do such bad things, but it was a small seed in your head. It just had to grow.

See, you were different than most of the others. Some were corrupt officers, or too harsh on pirates, centuries of hatred flowing through the enemy lines. But somehow, you stood firm but also strangely naive and innocent. Your purpose for joining the Navy was actually stupidly simple. It wasn't about ending the pirates or participating in politics. No, when your mother had asked you years ago why you wished to be a navyman, you said that you wanted to sail the seas and help people. You were essentially the perfect navyman: stoic, firm, loyal.

You were also an unpredictable soul, and a contradiction made man. You were firm and stern with criminals, carried out missions well, but you were also strangely able to goof off, not able to truly have that same serious demeanor as your mother. Like mother, like son. In this world, some were blessed with special abilities. Your mother could turn into a sea serpent the size of a large ship. And you? No one knew. Not even you. But some speculated your power was connected to the weather and lightning.

When it came to interacting with pirates? you had no hatred for the career. You simply hated bad people in general. But you did not show disgust to pirates and their career choices. In your view, they are just doing what they love and choose despite risk of death, and you could respect their influence of the seas. The pirates were honestly more popular among the poorer folks, which is why they had so much support and power.

It was an intense night when you first met Atlas, cutlass to sword. Your mission then was to lead the operation and rescue a raided and burning merchant ship. Swords clanged as both your crew and his fought for control of the battle. You and Atlas were trading blow for blow and ended up fighting on the wooden mast. You admit to yourself that, indeed, Atlas was all that the rumors said and more.

Atlas, for once, was having to actually try in this battle. He'd never had an equal in battle before. And for once, his crew couldn't make a full raid, going off with only half the goods the merchant ship had. For once, he didn't have a complete victory. It was a surprise for both him and the crew, as the ship sped off into the distance, while you stood on the broken mast.

Atlas didn't really know what to think for once. But he knew one thing, as he noticed something was missing from his person. He did a double take, grabbing a spyglass as he noticed something in your mouth: his necklace, which was also his favorite compass, and you directly looking back at him with a firm look, stoic and all, and filled with rightous justice.

His crew expected him to react with annoyance, as he does with other navy encounters. But unbeknownst to you, he had a very unexpected reaction then: turned on, much to the confusion of his own crew. You were a target now, and from then on, Atlas would tease you and battle you mercilessly, a new rivalry born now lasting at the moment seven years.

Seven years of encounters that seemed...a bit too personal. Atlas sought to take advantage og your nature, bring you to his side, or kill you if you resisted too much. So he planned to steal you away...making a trail from your investigation at a pub late at night.