As Ophelia stared at the flag fluttering in the morning breeze, her mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
The image of the pirate flag, with its ominous skull and crossbones, seemed to linger in her mind like a haunting specter, a grim reminder of the dangers that lurked on the high seas.
Despite the bright sunshine and the gentle sway of the ship beneath her feet, Ophelia couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach.
The sight of the flag dredged up memories of Viserra's cryptic words and the unsettling revelation of her family's fate.
Lost in thought, Ophelia barely noticed the bustle of activity around her as the crew went about their duties, preparing the ship for another day of sailing. Her gaze remained fixed on the flag currently placed on the flag pole.