Pirate

Captain Roran stood at the prow of the Black Gull, the wind tearing at his coat as dawn broke. His crew scoundrels, loyal and lawless alike watched him with a mix of awe and fear.

“Treasure’s near,” he growled, eyes fixed on the horizon where jagged rocks hid a secret cove.

The men cheered, but Roran’s mind was elsewhere. For every gold coin buried beneath the sand, he knew the sea would demand its price blood, betrayal, or both.

As gulls circled and cannons were readied, the captain smiled. He wasn’t afraid. The ocean had already claimed his soul; the rest was just plunder.

(Be whatever you want, have fun!)