The waves crashed against the hull of The Blue Heron as it sailed through the tumultuous waters near the Isle of Guadancia. Arcanzola stood at the helm, her gaze sharp and focused, navigating the ship through treacherous reefs with ease.

The salty sea breeze whipped through her dark hair as she scanned the horizon, her eyes ever vigilant for signs of danger or opportunity. The Blue Heron was a force to be reckoned with, feared and respected across the seas for our ruthless raids and relentless pursuit of riches.

As they sailed, Arcanzola leaned against the rail, lost in thought, contemplating their recent escape from the royal navy of Tartescaz. It was then that she caught a glimpse of movement in the water, a shadow beneath the waves. Her heart quickened, and she narrowed her eyes, focusing on the disturbance.

There, just below the surface, was a sea monster unlike any she had seen before. She inhaled sharply, calling over her shoulder for backup. "Zubiya," she said sharply. "Get the crew to man the cannons. Now."

The first mate didn't ask questions. She raced across the deck, barking orders.