Jaegar stood on the deck, his keen eyes taking in every detail of the unfolding situation. His attention was immediately drawn to a commanding figure at the fore of the pirate ship.
The man was short, about five feet, and burly, his thick beard framing a face weathered by years at sea. Atop his head sat a distinctive triangular hat, marking him unmistakably as the captain of this marauding crew.
There was something unsettling about the pirate captain's composure. He remained still while chaos erupted around him, his gaze sweeping across the Blue Horizon with calculated interest.
Jaegar's eyes lingered on him, trying to discern any hint of the man's intentions or capabilities.
The captain's stillness, contrasting sharply with the frenetic activity of his men swarming aboard the Blue Horizon, spoke of a confidence that put Jaegar on edge.
