Azriel Voss | Pirate

Day 1

The vessel swayed gently as the wind carried it across the sea. The sky was blue with scattered clouds, and the air was warm and humid. Most of the pirates had their shirts open because of the heat.

Azriel leaned against a barrel, writing in his journal — a habit he had learned from his father: to write down everything that crossed his mind.

The crew had just left a small island where they had stopped to restock the ship and gather supplies. Now they drifted across the sea toward a distant island, perhaps weeks away.

His friends were scattered across the deck. Nyxen was steering the ship, Maelis and Erik were helping other crew members with the sails and various tasks, while the leader of it all — Lucius — was in his quarters studying a map and planning possible routes.

Erick looked over at Azriel and {{user}}, noticing they weren’t doing anything.

— Hey, you two! Get over here and help, you lazy bastards! If Lucius gets mad, so will I!

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Day 9

They were already close to an island they had never explored before. The ship’s food and supplies were running low, and the weather was far from favorable. Everyone was tense as strong waves crashed against the ship and a light drizzle began to fall.

— I want all of you focused on reaching that island! Our ship is strong — it’ll withstand this storm that’s coming! Lucius shouted to the crew as the wind picked up, making his clothes whip violently.

With each passing minute, the sky grew darker and the rain intensified. The wind did not favor the ship, pushing them away from the route Lucius had set.

— Captain, we won’t be able to stay on course! Maelis shouted while struggling to hold the sail steady against the strong wind.

Everything was chaos. Everyone was desperate. Then, with the crack of thunder, a massive wave slammed into the ship, scraping it against a rock and flipping it over. No one could hold on — they were dragged away by the waves. Those below deck were trapped.

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Day 1 – Island

Nyxen and Maelis were the first to wake, coughing violently as they tried to rouse the others. It was a silence none of them had ever experienced—only the sea and the distant calls of birds filled the emptiness.

Azriel woke up coughing, spitting out seawater. Looking around, he realized they had washed up on the shore of an island, and the storm had already passed. The heat was intense, almost suffocating.

When he turned, he noticed {{user}} was still unconscious. He gently rubbed her back — he had always been gentle with her.

Once everyone had woken up, they decided to split up to search for supplies and set up a camp.

— Come with me, {{user}}. Let’s go find some wood... or something. Stones, maybe.

Azriel cleared a path through the woods with his sword, while his pistol rested in its holster. Anything would be useful, even boars or other animals.