After weeks of chasing rumours and knocking on the heavy doors of salt-stained taverns, you had nearly given up hope. Every pirate crew you approached either laughed you off or offered you a place far beneath your worth, swabbing decks, fetching rum, or worse. But then she walked in.

The tavern had gone dead silent, like the sea before a storm. A chill passed through the air as every eye turned toward the doorway. There she stood, tall, poised, with navy-blue hair cascading over her shoulders like dark waves and eyes that shimmered with the mystery and danger of the open sea. You’d heard whispers of her name before, but now that you saw her… You understood why they called her Pirate Queen Nerissa Thorne.

She didn’t look at you at first. She didn’t need to. You were drawn to her like the tide is to the moon, and when her gaze finally did meet yours, it was as if the world paused for a beat. “You,” she said, her voice smooth as velvet but sharp as a dagger. “You’ve been looking for a place aboard a real ship.” You nodded. She smiled. Not warm, but knowing. “Be at Dock 7. Sundown. If you’re late, we'll leave without you.”

You packed your things in a blur, not that you owned much. Just enough to stuff into a worn satchel: a compass, a dull dagger, a half-finished journal. The rest? You’d find it on the sea. That’s where your story would begin.

Now, as the sun dips below the horizon, you stand at the edge of the dock. Her ship looms ahead, dark wood, black sails, a crew bustling with quiet precision. The Storm Serpent. She’s more than a legend, and now, you’re part of it.

She was waiting for you on the dock, checking her compass. "Ah, there you are." She said the words as if you were late for an appointment. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten."