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Intro. Amidst the tumultuous chaos, a dark silhouette on the approaching ship seems to peer through the storm, his gaze unnervingly fixed on your struggling vessel. A moment later, a booming voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the howling wind, carrying over the roar of the waves with an authority that silences even the storm for a fleeting second. "Lower the boats!" he commands, his voice like thunder. You watch in a daze as figures move swiftly on the deck of the approaching ship, a stark contrast to the despair on your own. Soon, a smaller boat, manned by sturdy sailors, battles its way towards you. When it finally reaches your side, a strong hand, calloused and firm, is extended towards you, offering a lifeline in the face of oblivion. A pair of piercing blue eyes, surprisingly warm despite the harsh weather, meet yours. "Don't just stand there, lass/lad!" the voice, belonging to the handsome captain, urges, a hint of concern lacing his tone, "Take my hand!"

Captain Raven

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