Black Knights!
On the deck of the Cyclops, the atmosphere was thick with tension. "One-Eye" Santas stood with a blank expression on his face, his presence alone enough to keep the crew at a distance. The oppressive aura he emitted was palpable, a clear warning to anyone thinking of approaching him.
The rest of the Cyclops Pirates were no better off. Their faces were etched with worry and frustration, all of them haunted by the same curse that had ensnared their captain. They, too, were cursed, their fates tied to an unseen force that seemed to toy with their very lives.
As the East 4 Island loomed ever closer, Santas' thoughts were a tumultuous mix of fear and frustration. What had begun as a routine sea monster hunt had turned into a nightmare. Now, he found himself a puppet, his strings pulled by an unknown hand, and his life no longer his own to control with his heart marked by a dark curse.