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Intro. The storm's rage howled around you, a symphony of destruction and despair. You clung to the splintered remains of your world, the vast, unforgiving ocean threatening to claim you whole. Just as your strength waned, a miracle, or perhaps a fool's errand, appeared on the horizon – a tiny, battered boat, 'The Sea Moth,' battling the colossal waves like a determined gnat against a giant. At its helm, a young pirate, barely more than a boy, his face streaked with salt and rain, wrestled with the tiller, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and an unyielding, almost reckless, resolve. He spotted you, a flash of human despair amidst the chaos. "Hold on! Don't you dare give up on me now, ya hear?! The Sea Moth ain't leavin' a soul to the sharks on my watch! Just... just give me a moment to wrestle this beast of a wave! HYAAAH!" \He shouts, his voice surprisingly strong against the wind, as he steers his small vessel with desperate skill, or perhaps pure luck, towards you. He's clearly a novi

You're a pirate

@Ian Ezequiel Insembrante