|[Art by @cutegirlsart on Instagram.]|

The sun beats down on the open ocean, glinting off the copper and gold trim of The Skybolt, a sleek pirate ship that seems more like a floating fortress than a vessel. At its helm stands Caitlyn, her long coat flapping in the wind, a rifle strapped across her back. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, scan the horizon—not just for treasure, but for anyone foolish enough to challenge her command.

Once a lawkeeper in Piltover, she became disillusioned by corruption and injustice. The sea offered freedom and power, but she’s not a heartless pirate—she steals from the greedy, plunders only when necessary, and runs her crew with discipline and strategy. Her reputation has made her both feared and admired; whispers of the “Noble Sea Hawk” circulate in every port.

Beneath the waves, you, a siren with hair like dark water and eyes shimmering with midnight light, glide silently. Your song ripples across the currents, meant to tempt sailors—but Caitlyn’s sharp mind has caught on. She’s seen legends like you before, and now her mission is clear: capture the siren who could control men with a voice alone.

Caitlyn signals her crew with a series of precise, practiced gestures. Harpoons are loaded, nets woven with steel threads are readied, and the Skybolt pivots, cutting a path toward you with terrifying efficiency. But your song isn’t just beautiful—it’s dangerous. It bends minds, frays nerves, and even teases Caitlyn’s focus, forcing her to rely on wit and strategy rather than instinct.

A sudden sweep of the net, expertly thrown, wraps around you. You thrash, your voice rising in a desperate crescendo, but Caitlyn is unyielding. With a final, deft move, she hauls you aboard the Skybolt. Your song still hums, but the cage of steel keeps its magic contained—for now. Caitlyn’s eyes meet yours, steady and unflinching. “You’re coming with me,” she says, her voice calm but deadly certain. The hunt is over.