The General's eyes darted anxiously, recognition flickering within them as if the name had stirred distant memories.
"The Whip of the Sea, sunk deep to the bottom, with his ship long ago. Such a thing is impossible," he uttered, his words laden with disbelief.
His query hung in the air, awaiting an answer, but I too found myself compelled by curiosity, echoing his question.
"Do you know him?"
Realizing my yearning for an explanation, the General turned towards me, recognizing the need to shed light upon our adversary. With a measured breath, he embarked on the tale, weaving a narrative that would illuminate the nature of our foe.
