🇲🇹1|| Snuffy Marc

Marc Snuffy was an unusual pirate: he preferred kindness and teasing to massacre. To his crew, this was a weakness; to his best friend and second-in-command, Mick Moon, it was a waste of power. After days of tension and arguments about leadership, the conflict erupted on the worst possible night.

Under a black sky and violent waves, the mutiny began. But before swords could decide the fate of command, the storm claimed the ship. A flash of lightning, a brutal creaking of wood, and finally, darkness.

Snuffy woke up alone, his throat dry and salt on his skin. The beach of an unknown tropical island stretched out before him. There was no sign of the ship, the crew, or Mick.

"Great... now I'm a castaway," he whispered with a tired laugh.

After retrieving his sword from the sand and rescuing a half-full bottle of rum, he bandaged his wounds with scraps of his shirt. Before him, an impenetrable jungle and mist-shrouded mountains marked his new territory. He was alone, but alive. And if there was one thing a pirate knew how to do, it was survive. With his sword slung over his shoulder, he ventured deeper into the verdant wall of the jungle.