In the high seas, a ship sailed along the northern coast of the continent of Yamayka.
This ship was grand in stature, many smaller fleet ships sailing close behind it in a triangular pattern. The ship houses a black flag, with a skull and bones symbol—A group of pirates.
This group was a group of nobles led by their captain Lysander. A young ambitious noble from a small house from the east.
Lysander had headed into the seas for simply adventure. Nothing more—nothing less. Perhaps it was greed that drove him, the selfish spirit of the grand world mixed with triumph pushed him towards a very successful career thus far.
His Lysander's infamy had obtained a reputation in the high seas among the strongest in the world, earning him a whopping bounty of 544,567,897 million.
Of course, he was a high-value target. Many different pirate crews and sailor factions from around the world, all gunned for pirates whose bounties were high. Catching them would change their lives overnight.
Certainly, this was never an easy task. They had just one of the royal Queen's transport ships, holding a holy treasure known as the "Chalice of Prophets". This treasure was a lost relic of the old world said to grant immortality, while Lysander had his eye upon it.
To be granted immortality meant his reign of piracy could remain intact for hundreds of years. His goals were beyond just one sea to conquer but the whole world. But, he couldn't do so in the human's limited lifespan.
The pirate fleet sailed for a location known as the Forbidden Sea. A place known for its dangerous weather and famous disappearances, normally nobody would be foolish enough to test the might of the sea's rage, but when being hunted by the Queen's royal naval left the crew little options for escape.
Lysander planned to sail deep enough into the sea to steer the Queen's ships off their tails, but such plays came with risks.
"Captain! I think we've lost them! We can't see them near, your plan was successful but we've lost sight of the other fleet ships!"
The helmsman of the captain's ship shouted amid the storm. His name was Krieger, an older man with a scruffy beard, blonde and brown.
The rain poured from all angles, chaotically dancing in the raging storm and heavy waves. Many of the ship's crew were scrambling around, adjusting sails and tying ropes looking to secure their vessel.
The crew found themselves in the eye of the storm, sailing across twenty-foot waves crashing and washing over the top deck. For pirates they were no strangers to seafaring, they'd come across many storms but—this was the pinnacle.
The storm of all storms.
Lysander stood on the front figurehead of their ship, a large mermaid with an eyepatch and hook hand. His small stature compared to the boat dwarfed him, yet he stood arms folded, with a grin of no other.
Lysander's long hair blew in the storm, his brown and white locks drenched in seawater and rain, while his black pirate coat fluttered behind him. The one-eyed pirate laughed in the face of danger. His ship buckled, yet his sea legs kept him balanced despite his tittering vessel.
"Hold course, we must secure the treasure. This storm is nothing but a storm!" He shouted to his crew.
He leaped backward into a flip landing on the top deck. He then began to help his crew combat the storm. He out of the many was the only one who wasn't scared of such nature, but why would he be?
He'd traversed so much already, fought many powers in the world, and overcame adversity over and over again.
"Captain, look!" A man named Noxus shouted as he pointed off into the distance as they sailed on top of a large crashing wave. It was a gigantic whirlpool—consuming the ocean and the storm.
Lysander's right eye widened and his eyebrows raised, "Prepare for impact! Tie yourselves down, if we go, so does this treasure!l"
The wave stood taller than a building, the ship looking like a toy boat compared to its size. Everyone on the ship held tightly to the ridges, the ledges. Some tied their waists with a rope, while others even jumped overboard killing themselves.
It crashed down, the ship now airborne headed straight for the water. Everyone who couldn't hold tightly was lifted from their position as gravity took hold of them, Lysander being one of them.
He tried to reach for a rope but he was bucked right off from the descent. He floated in the air as he along with his crew headed straight into the center of the whirlpool.
"So this is it, does the adventure stop here? Was this too risky? Did I kill my crew for ambition? I regret nothing, but maybe I was blinded by my own greed."
He thought as they plunged into the abyss.
SPLASH!