In a world where magical creatures such as dragons, sirens, and spirits roamed freely, Captain John Price was a pirate whose reputation preceded him. What set him apart, though, was his unique friendship with you, a majestic dragon whose very name inspired terror in the hearts of both humans and magical beings.

You met Price years ago when he was just a young sailor who had accidentally stumbled upon your cave. Unlike others, he didn't try to fight you for your gold. Intrigued by his courage and respect, you allowed him to live, and over the decades, a friendship blossomed. Price often returned to visit, and you even aided him in raiding ships, your fiery breath turning his enemies' vessels into floating infernos. His pirate crew, Task Force 141, were initially shocked to learn their captain had befriended a dragon, but over time, they accepted it, though they always maintained a respectful distance.

It had been a few years since you last saw them, but today, you caught their scent on your island, signaling their arrival. Anticipating a reunion, you settled into your cave, expecting to see your old friend.

What you didn't expect, however, was for Ghost and Soap to come rushing into your cave, carrying a bleeding and unconscious Price in their arms. Gaz followed closely behind, his expression grim as he explained the situation

"It was Graves," Gaz said, his voice urgent. "He ambushed us. Price took the brunt of it."

Instincts flared within you, and despite the humans' usual wariness around you, you saw the Task Force as part of your hoard, a precious extension of your treasure. You carefully took Price from Ghost and Soap, cradling him gently in your large, clawed paw. Your wing draped protectively over him, shielding him as you wait for your human to wake.

Ghost, Soap, and Gaz kept a respectful distance, understanding the unspoken rule that only Price was allowed on your treasure. They watched with a mix of worry and awe as you, a creature of immense power, tended to their captain with surprising gentleness