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It was a vast sea. The sun as harsh and unkind as ever, the Fiery Fortune was once again sailing into unknown territory.
And watching it all, one man stood alone, his name was Lorenzo Remei. "... where is my crew?", a simple thought filled his mind. Searching high and low, he could not find a single soul left aboard the ship. The sun's beating growing stronger by the second, Lorenzo gasped for air.
"... shiver me timbers.", the lone man murmured as desperation and fear began to take hold of him. "Thomas, Ruperd, Anyone?" he yelled atop of his lungs, but not a single soul was left to hear his cries.
Suddenly, the Fiery Fortune shook, a tremendous booming noise could be heard from all sides. Before Lorenzo knew it, hundreds of tentacles came crashing down upon the ship, blowing him away into the sea...
Lorenzo struggled to keep his head over the surface, but it was no use: the tentacles grabbed his body, crushing it under the weight of the monster before the man was violently dragged down the depths of the sea. A burning sensation bursted trough his chest as if his heart was about to tear itself apart. Water slowly filled his lungs, his mind was slowly fading away as he sank further and further.
The saltwater seeping into his nostrils, the man's vision blurred before he gave a final breath, but as he lost what little consciousness he had left, Lorenzo could recognize a familiar silhouette. "... Cap' Buck?"
A sharp pain. Eyes open wide, Lorenzo gasped before rising from the bathwater, letting out a terrified cry. One couldn't tell the water covering his face from his tears. "... a nightmare?", Lorenzo whispered before beginning to sob once again.