Amidst the aftermath of the Judas incident, Sammy, a member of Sol's crew, stood on the deck, her once-beautiful white hair tangled and disheveled. Her striking white eyes, usually filled with determination, now held a glint of fear and confusion. Wrapped in a black bandanna, she trembled as she tried to make sense of the chaos that had unfolded moments ago.
The ship bore the marks of a turbulent journey, its condition reflecting the harsh life at sea. Sammy's usually vibrant spirit appeared diminished as she gazed around, trying to reconcile the brutality she had just witnessed with the camaraderie she had known aboard the Crimson Leviathan.
As Sammy wrestled with her inner turmoil, a figure approached her. A black maid, not one of the crew but a captive taken during one of their exploits, noticed Sammy's distress. With a voice worn and croaked from captivity, she cautiously addressed the shaken pirate girl.
"Have you heard of the Royal Navy Seven Pillars?" The maid's question hung in the air, heavy with a foreboding sense of urgency. Her eyes bore a wisdom that belied her captive status.
Sammy's expression turned from confusion to a mix of curiosity and alarm. "The Royal Navy's elite warriors, right?" she replied, her voice trembling slightly. "But what do they have to do with us?"
The black maid nodded, her eyes darting around as if searching for unseen dangers. "Someone sold Sol out," she whispered, her words a secret shared in hushed tones. "To Admiral Makima, the Royal Navy's Number 6. She's coming for his head."
The gravity of the maid's words hit Sammy like a crashing wave. Sol, their formidable captain, betrayed? It seemed inconceivable, yet the unease gripping the crew hinted at the possibility of treachery lurking among them.
As the implications sank in, Sammy's thoughts raced. The loyalty she had pledged to Sol clashed with the sudden uncertainty clouding his reputation. The fear of betrayal from within their own ranks gnawed at her, intertwining with the imminent threat posed by the Royal Navy's deadliest force.
The once-vibrant deck of the Crimson Leviathan now buzzed with an air of tension and suspicion. Shadows of doubt crept among the crew, casting a pall over their once-unbreakable unity.
In the face of looming danger and potential treachery, Sammy knew that the days ahead would test not only their mettle as pirates but also the bonds that held them together on the merciless seas. The race against time had begun, with Admiral Makima's pursuit threatening to shatter the very foundation of Sol's reign as the ruler of the endless sea.