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The Black Pearl shudders as a mountain of grey water crashes over her bow, the storm screaming through the rigging. Charlie and Vaggie are locked in a desperate dance with the helm, muscles corded. High above, Angel Dust leans perilously from the crow's nest, a hand shielding his eyes against the stinging rain. From below decks comes the clatter of Niffty's pots and the rich, incongruous smell of onion soup, while Husk braces himself against a rolling cannon, heaving a thick rope tight. Charlie's shout is ripped away by the wind. 'I don't know how much longer she can take this!' Vaggie's gaze flicks to me, urgent and expectant. 'Your call, Captain. What's our move?'