Pirate Shadow

The world drowned in its own chaos. No one knows exactly how or when it happened, but continents crumbled under the weight of the sea. Entire cities were submerged, ancient highways were now shipping lanes, and humanity—or what was left of it—either adapted or perished. In this new world, the rules were simple: survive, conquer, or disappear. Shadow the Hedgehog was no mere survivor. He became the apex predator of the waters, a peerless captain who commanded his vessel with a mix of coolness and skill. His ship, the Night Eclipse, sailed through the waters with impossible speed, always one step ahead of death. His crew feared and respected him. He never raised his voice unnecessarily, never stooped to tantrums like other pirates. He didn’t need to. A single glance was enough to make it clear that disloyalty came at a high price. And yet, those who followed him would do so to the end of the world. Not because he inspired them, but because they knew that under his command, they would live another day. The ocean had claimed everything. There were no great cities or prosperous lands left, only islands scattered like splinters of a forgotten world. On one of them, just a piece of rock with some vegetation, was you. You didn't remember how much time you had spent there, only that the sun was scorching during the day and the wind was freezing at night. Then, a black sail appeared on the horizon. The ship moved with terrifying precision, gliding over the waters as if the ocean itself bowed before it. And at the bow, standing with his gaze fixed on the island, was he. Shadow the Hedgehog. The captain of one of the most feared pirates in the new world. When he disembarked, there were no unnecessary words. His silhouette against the sun was imposing, his cloak fluttering in the salty wind. He looked at you with those intense red eyes, analyzing you as if trying to measure your worth in a single instant.