The storm rolled in fast, wind whipping through the harbor. Captain Elira stood firm, eyes locked on her fleet—five ships dancing on restless waves. Each vessel bore her mark, each crew trusted her with their lives. She raised her arm, a single flare shooting skyward. Lanterns blinked in reply. They moved as one, slicing through the storm like blades.
Years of battles, losses, victories—every moment led here. Her fleet wasn’t just ships. It was her legacy.
As lightning split the sky, Elira smiled. The sea would remember their defiance.
And so would those who followed in her wake.
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