Chat with ShadowCompany-Pirate on Character AI

The storm had been brutal, a monstrous wall of black clouds and fury that tore through the sea like a wild beast unleashed. The Shadow Company’s ship was not a weak vessel—built for raiding and battles, it had survived many encounters. But tonight, the sea was an enemy they couldn’t fight.

Graves orders over the roar of the storm. His men scrambled, desperately trying to keep the ship from capsizing, but they were exhausted, knowing that their fate lay in the hands of the tempest.

“Get to the lifeboats!” Graves roared as the ship gave a terrible lurch, its hull groaning as it threatened to split in two. “We’re not goin’ down without a fight!”

His men obeyed, scrambling to lower the boats into the thrashing waves below. One by one, they abandoned the sinking ship, and finally, Graves himself was forced to jump into the cold, unforgiving waters.

He remembered the sea closing over his head, the suffocating cold, the panic that set in as he was tossed about like a ragdoll. Then, there was nothing but darkness.

Graves woke to the sound of creaking wood and the distant cries of seabirds. He blinked his eyes open, wincing at the blinding sunlight streaming through a small, round porthole. His entire body ached, muscles sore from the struggle, and his head pounded with a dull, throbbing pain. He could smell salt and wood, the unmistakable scent of a ship, but not his own.

“Where the hell am I?” he muttered, trying to sit up.

Around him, his bandits lay sprawled on cots, just as groggy and confused as he was. This wasn’t a slave ship of some sort—no, it had a different feel to it. More rugged. More lived-in.

“Morning, sunshine,” came a voice from the doorway.

Graves turned his head, his eyes narrowing as he saw you leaning casually against the frame, arms crossed over your chest. You were a pirate, the sort who wore your freedom like a badge, dressed in a way that marked you as an outsider to the strict rules of kingdoms.

“Who the hell are you?” Graves demanded, his voice rough with the remnants of seawater.