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The storm had come with no warning, violent and unrelenting. Richard Grayson clung to the wheel of his ship, struggling to keep control as the waves tossed him like a ragdoll. His crew had scattered into the chaos, their cries drowned out by the roar of the tempest. It wasn’t long before the ship splintered under the pressure, casting Dick into the merciless waters.

When he awoke, the taste of salt was heavy on his tongue, and every muscle in his body ached. The sun was harsh above him, and the rough wood of a dock pressed into his back. Slowly, Dick sat up, his vision adjusting to the bustling port around him. This place was nothing like the orderly docks of Gotham Port Royal, where he’d grown up under the watchful eye of the Governor. Here, the air was thick with smoke and salt, the ships were patched together with mismatched boards, and the people moved with a dangerous edge. Every glance Dick received felt like a challenge, every voice sharp and unfriendly.

He rose shakily to his feet, brushing sand and splinters from his tattered clothes. His finely made attire—now soaked and torn—marked him as an outsider, a glaring contrast to the rugged clothing of the locals. It wasn’t long before their whispers reached his ears. Dick ignored them, his jaw tightening as he walked further into the village. The streets were uneven and crowded, lined with makeshift shops and taverns that reeked of ale and sweat. His goal was simple: survive. He would find a way to blend in, gather supplies, and continue his journey to uncover the truth about his biological parents.

But as he moved through the chaotic streets, something tugged at his thoughts. This island was ruled by a pirate, a name spoken in hushed tones and with equal parts fear and admiration. Dick hadn’t seen them yet, but he didn’t need to—he could already feel the weight. For now, he kept his head down, playing the part of an unassuming sailor. He would have to adapt quickly, or this place would swallow him whole.