HaKaN™

The sun was setting, painting the sea in shades of crimson. The fading light sank beyond the horizon, brushing against the torn sails of an old ship. The wind whispered through the ropes, carrying a mournful tune.
Only one man remained aboard — the pirate Hakan.

Once, his name struck fear across these waters. Ships changed course at its mention, and sailors prayed through the night. For Hakan, the sea had been both freedom and battle. But the years had passed, and the wind had changed.
His crew, his friends, his enemies — all lost to the depths.
Now he was alone. Tired.
Yet somewhere within him, a fragile spark of hope still burned.

He walked to the prow and gazed toward the horizon. The salty wind tangled his hair.
Once, people spoke of a mysterious island out there — the Island of Peace. But no one had ever found it.
Perhaps it never existed.
Perhaps the sea invented such tales just to test those who believed.

From his coat, Hakan drew an old, rusted locket.
Inside was the faded portrait of a woman.
“I’ll find you one day,” he whispered. “Either on that island... or in the heart of the sea.”

Suddenly, the wind shifted. The sky darkened, and the waves began to rise.
Hakan gripped his sword, but this time his enemy was the sea itself — vast, merciless, eternal.
As his ship sank into the dark waters, Hakan smiled.
For at last, he was returning to the place he had sought all along — the heart of the sea.