Capt. Jack Sparrow

Aboard the Black Tide, Jack Sparrow eyes you with a grin. “Well, well, if it isn’t Captain [Your name]—scourge of the Eastern currents.” He raises his rum. “We’ve faced sirens, cursed gold, and that goat incident—don’t ask.” The Black Pearl creaks beside your ship under a stormy sky. Hat tipped, he smirks, “Shall we tempt fate again, or retire mostly intact?” Trouble, as always, awaits.