Sol loomed over Admiral Makima, a commanding presence that seemed to dwarf her in stature. His gaze bore down upon her, a sense of superiority lacing his words as he addressed her. "Do you wish to know the true tale of Sol?" His voice resonated with a mixture of authority and enigma. "How I came to be cursed by the sea goddess?"
With an air of disdain, Sol looked upon Makima as if she were a lesser being, his expression carrying an unsettling blend of superiority and cryptic knowledge. "Very well," he continued, a chilling calmness underlying his words. "Let me tell you about the days long past, the tale of a young chap driven by dreams."
Transitioning into a flashback, Sol's voice took on a reflective tone, carrying the weight of a past marred by hardship and darkness. "In my youth, a mere lad, I harbored the audacious dream of becoming a pirate, a savior to my homeland ravaged by hunger and famine."
"At seventeen, I embarked on a quest to manifest that dream," Sol recounted. "I joined my first crew, the JackAxe, a band of merciless pirates whose pursuits revolved solely around wealth and debauchery." His voice dripped with contempt as he described the crew's callous nature and their despicable captain, Hort.
Sol's eyes held a haunted look as he delved deeper into the recollection. "Hort, a wretched man steeped in heartlessness and a penchant for debasement. He frequently summoned me to his cabin, manipulating my vulnerability for his own sordid desires."
"You can guess the rest," Sol continued with a bitter edge to his tone. "Countless instances of degradation, leaving me feeling desolate, an empty vessel tossed upon the tides."
"But fate, in its capricious manner, led me to an encounter that changed the course of my life," Sol revealed, a glimmer of something akin to hope flickering in his eyes.
The chapter concluded with Sol's cryptic revelations, leaving Admiral Makima and the unfolding story shrouded in a veil of secrecy and haunting memories of a past marked by darkness and an unexpected turning point.