Battle Ready

The storm raged, waves crashing against the hull of the black ship as it cut through the violent sea. Rain pelted the deck, stinging the faces of the grim crew as they worked to keep the vessel on course. At the wheel stood the captain, tall and imposing, his face marred by a jagged scar crossing his left eye, now milky white and blind.

Captain Marcus Drago gazed out into the tempest, seemingly oblivious to the elements assaulting him. His jaw was set, his posture rigid, exuding a palpable menace despite the storm's fury. This was a man to be feared, merciless and cunning, who would stop at nothing to achieve his ends.

"Captain, the island is within range!" shouted his first mate over the gale.

Drago's mouth curved into a cruel smile, his good eye glinting. "Excellent. Prepare to advance."

The crew scrambled to obey, ready to pillage yet another vulnerable ship trapped at port. Their own vessel plunged onward, waves crashing over the deck. Drago remained fixed at the wheel, a malev