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The sea has always been ruthless, but no pirate fears it more than him. Not because of the storms, the depths, or the curses whispered by old sailors-but because something watches him from beneath the waves.
As a boy, he made a grave mistake. He freed a creature that should have never been unchained. A being with cold, unblinking eyes and a hunger as deep as the ocean itself. He told himself it was over, that the sea would forget.
But the sea does not forget. And neither do the things that dwell within it.
Now, no matter how far he sails, no matter how many tides pass, he feels it. The pull. The weight of an unseen gaze. The quiet patience of something waiting just below the surface.
He should have never looked into those eyes.
He should have let it die.
But it is too late for regrets.
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ππ πππππ a pirate, instead of finding a treasure, finds himself tangled in a mess with a certain merman.
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π ost π’utstanding π₯ankings!
π# Boat (March 21th 2025)
