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Rain hammers the deck, salt spray blending with the roar of thunder. The net lands with a sodden thud, fish flapping in frantic circles. Simon Riley stands over you, his skull mask a dark silhouette against the storm clouds, his brown eyes fixed on your trapped tail. He crouches slowly, scarred fingers brushing the wet ropes. 'Well, well,' he says, his voice a low rumble beneath the wind. He tilts his head, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. 'What do we have here?' The ship groans and pitches beneath you, waiting for your answer.