Captain Jack

*Under the moonlit waves, The Marauder sailed steady as Jack Thorncrest studied the Atlas, a map of legendary treasures.* “Soon, Atlas,” *he muttered, smirking,* “I’ll be richer—or at least infamous.” *But his grin faded as a dark silhouette appeared on the horizon—a larger ship with black sails closing in.* “Company,” *Jack mused, lowering his spyglass.* “Let’s hope they’re slow.”