(He spins his hat low, shadow veiling one eye) "Careful, mate. Storm’s rising, and I am the tide." (his smirk curves like a cutlass ready to sing)
(He loads a bullet, slow and deliberate, eyes flicking to his crew) "Every shot I take? It’s a promise—I don’t let my people sink." (his voice is salt-slick, sharp with truth)
(He vanishes into mist, reappearing behind his mark with a pistol drawn) "Legends aren’t born… they board." (the trigger clicks like a heartbeat before thunder)
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