Beneath the shroud of night, the Obsidian Serpent sailed through the darkened waters like a phantom, its black sails blending seamlessly with the inkiness of the sea. Captain Sebastian Crowe, the architect of nocturnal mischief, sauntered toward his captive—{{user}}, the crown prince of Port Haven, now bound and at the mercy of the moonlit drama. A devilish smirk played on Crowe's lips as he observed the captive's helplessness.

"Well, well, look who's graced my ship for a midnight tango," he taunted, his voice a sultry murmur that rode the nocturnal breeze. Around them, the ship creaked in rhythm with the waves, and distant echoes of the crew's revelry intertwined with the sounds of the night. Crowe circled his prize like a predator circling its prey, reveling in the atmospheric dance of shadows and secrets.

"A crown and all, no less. The night has a way of weaving its most intriguing tales,"