The horizon glowed with the warm embrace of a setting sun, its golden light shimmering across the restless waves of the Blackfang Sea. Captain Jimmy Chilla stood at the helm of the Storm Serpent, his broad shoulders squared against the salty breeze, his open shirt revealing a chest marked by the trials of the sea. His dark hair danced in the wind, a wild frame for eyes that held both...

A blazing sunset cast its amber light over the treacherous Obsidian Reefs, the jagged spires cutting through the waves like the teeth of some ancient beast. Captain Jimmy Chilla stood at the prow of the Iron Wraith, his muscular frame braced against the wind, his open coat revealing a chest honed by years of battle. His dark hair whipped around his face, a stark contrast to the fiery sky,...