"The Song of the Sea Raven"

She was called the Sea Raven, named for the dark hull that cut through the waves like a bird of omen. A swift and elegant brig, she carried only two masts—but they rose proudly into the heavens, laced with square sails that caught the wind like the wings of a creature born to fly over water. Her figurehead was a golden raven, wings flared in mid-cry, as if calling to the sea gods themselves.

The Sea Raven was no merchant vessel. She sailed for the thrill of discovery, helmed by a captain who once refused a royal commission in favor of charting waters no map dared claim. Her crew was lean but loyal, bonded more by firelight stories and storm-forged courage than by flag or crown.

She was last seen chasing the sun at dawn, her sails kissed by amber light, as seabirds circled overhead in reverence. Some say she vanished into myth, swallowed by a secret current that leads to lands forgotten. Others say she still sails, caught between this world and the next.