A Threatening Clue! Oath Of The Black Fleet!

Captain Mordekai's smile widened. "The fourth question. If you answer this correctly, you will prove that you carry the legacy of the Black Fleet and are one of our own," he said, raising a fourth finger.

"I wear no crown, yet sailors bow to me. I hold no sword, yet I claim the sea. What am I?"

Hearing the fourth question, Zuriel was stumped, struggling to figure out the answer to the riddle.

He was unable to find any clue of it in his surroundings.

A minute passed, and Zuriel remained silent, unable to come up with an answer to the question.

Another minute passed.

He was still silent.

Captain Mordekai leaned forward, his eerie blazing eye sockets locking onto Zuriel's. "What is wrong? Is this too difficult for you to answer?" he asked, the eerie green flames in his eyes intensifying as his smile morphed into a frown.