As he sailed the Midnight Gale back into the fog, Lukas realized that the "Vagių jūra" wasn't just about what you took from others—it was about the stories you left behind in the vast, flickering blue of the internet.

In this digital ocean, Lukas was known as "Iron-Eye Silas." He steered his Sloop, the Midnight Gale , through a thick patch of fog. Somewhere nearby, a Galleon loaded with Ancient Bone Dust was trying to reach the Outpost. To most, they were just other players; to Silas, they were the "Vagių jūra"—the sea of thieves that kept the internet's most cutthroat corners alive. Suddenly, a silhouette broke the mist. The Galleon.

He lowered his blade. Instead of stealing their loot, he grabbed a fire bomb and tossed it... straight into the sea.

"Battle stations," he muttered to his empty room, though his hands moved with the precision of a real sailor.

He didn't fire immediately. He waited until the wind caught their sails, then pulled a Sharp Turn. The sound of digital wood splintering echoed through his headset. As he boarded their ship, the voice chat erupted in a mix of frantic Lithuanian and English.

"Keep your gold," he typed into the global chat. "The chase was worth more."

"Stop! We’ve been grinding for four hours!" one voice pleaded.