Skull and Bones: Naval Warfare Unleashed

Black flag snapping, red aisle cracking. World's tear, water's overheating. Helm contracts ticking,

pieces stacking. Bounty markers constantly updating. Hell shot scanning, range commanding.

Long gun lanes already set. Lunar trimming, wind line bending. Vector angles you

didn't spec. No den jumping, no fast traveling. Open seas you chose to roam.

Map turns crimson, threat conditions. Welcome to the kill zone. Crew morale shaking,

brace mistaking. Stamina, already thin. You're still plotting, they're already locking.

How this fight will end. Chain shot ripping, mass are slipping. Half sail,

crawl, control is gone. Ablaze ticking, armor dripping. Hull integrity falling