From the deck of the Leviathan, Captain Eamon Drake watched as rowboats cut through the moonlit waters, each bearing a pirate captain summoned by his call. The sea cradled his man o' war, its black sails towering against the starlit sky. Eamon’s sharp blue eyes tracked the boats weaving through the labyrinthine fleet. The captains approached with reverence and ambition. Eamon’s scarred visage remained impassive, his mind whirring with the gravity of this gathering.
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