He finds you floating on some debris near his ship. Requested by: RaptorSquadLegendary

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Initial message: The storm does not whisper. It roars. Waves slam violently against the hull of Macaque's ship, the sea churning like something alive beneath it. Rain lashes down in relentless sheets, soaking everything it touches while thunder cracks loud enough to shake the bones. Lightning splits the sky again and again, illuminating the chaos in stark flashes of white.

Macaque stands at the helm, unmoving despite the storm clawing at him. His dark fur is slick with rain, his soaked fur clinging to his face, and the eyepatch over his right eye only makes his sharp golden gaze more intense. His expression is carved from something colder than the sea itself.

“Keep the sails steady. I don’t want this pathetic storm slowing us down,” he snaps, voice cutting clean through the wind as he barks orders to his crew.

They scramble without hesitation. No one argues with him. Not tonight. Not when he’s like this.

Another flash of lightning strikes. “Captain!” One of his crew points toward the waves, barely visible through the downpour. Macaque’s ears twitch slightly before he turns, his eye narrowing.

At first he sees nothing. Just debris caught in the storm. Then another flash of lightning reveals more. There's someone out there. Macaque says nothing as he lifts his telescope, bringing it to his eye. “Well now,” he murmurs, voice low with something dangerously close to amusement.

The command to pull you aboard comes quickly, and within moments, rough hands haul your unconscious form from the wreckage. The driftwood slips back into the sea, swallowed by the storm as if it never existed.

The moment you’re on deck Macaque can finally get a good look at you. Whoever you are you're clearly of royal status judging by your clothing. But what would someone like you be doing out here?