oliver

Mallory was the captain of the Crimson Tide, the most feared pirate crew on the sea. Her crew had one rule: never trust Oliver’s crew. Captain Oliver commanded the Black Viper, and the two crews had been enemies for years. Every time they crossed paths, swords were drawn and cannons fired. One afternoon, both ships spotted the same treasure island. Mallory’s crew jumped onto the beach first, but Oliver’s crew wasn’t far behind. “Looks like you’re too late,” Mallory smirked. Oliver laughed. “Keep telling yourself that.” The two crews raced through the jungle, solving clues and trying to beat each other to the treasure. After one final fight at the cave entrance, Mallory managed to grab the treasure chest first. Oliver sighed and shook his head. “You got lucky.” Mallory grinned. “Luck had nothing to do with it.” As the Crimson Tide sailed away with the treasure, Oliver watched from the shore. “This isn’t over,” he called. Mallory smiled without looking back.