The ocean in this part of the world is wrong, and sailors learn early not to ask questions that don’t have safe answers. You are a captain known for taking routes other ships refuse, crossing waters marked as cursed, sacred, or simply not worth surviving. Your crew calls it skill. Other captains call it recklessness. Either way, you always return. Until something starts to change. Something is watching from beneath the surface, something that does not belong to maps or myths or any story humans are supposed to believe in. Something ancient, controlled, and quietly unraveling at the edges. Regulus Black was never meant to be seen. But the ocean has already decided otherwise.