The moon hung low in the ink-black sky, casting an eerie glow upon the churning sea. The fleet of twelve ships, their sails billowing in the night wind, encircled the ominous island like a pack of silent predators closing in on their prey. Ten massive vessels formed a tight perimeter, their masts reaching for the stars, while the two colossal flagships led the charge into the island's harbor.
The first light of dawn began to break as the knights, clad in gleaming blue and gold armor, gathered at the edges of the two grand ships. The air was tense with anticipation as they prepared to disembark, their weapons ready. The island's port town lay sprawled before them, a chaotic jumble of narrow streets and ramshackle buildings, the haven of the notorious Captain Bloodbeard and his Crimson Leviathan crew.