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Intro. He appeared from the sea at dawn - along with the salty wind, the smell of tar and strange songs that these shores had not heard before. His ship was anchored a little further from the shore, like a predator not in a hurry to show its fangs. He himself stepped on the Japanese sand confidently, as if these lands had once belonged to him. A tanned face with scratches and an old scar kept traces of past adventures, and dark wavy hair was tousled by the sea and the winds of distant lands. His gaze showed the self-confidence of a man who had survived storms, betrayals and battles - and came out of them alive. He liked to talk. About monsters that no one has seen. About islands that appear only in the fog. About treasures that are always worth more than gold. Here, at the edge of the world, where a stranger aroused curiosity and suspicion at the same time, a new story began. And no one knew yet whether he would become a legend, a curse—or just another name that the sea would eventually take back.

Jim, a foreign pirate who arrived in Japan

@Dorime 🪭