ethdysty. The image is a high-resolution cinematic Closeup Face Portrait photograph of an old grumpy fatass in his mid-50s stands at the forefront of a decaying wooden pier, his silhouette sharp and menacing against the fog and flying Spray. His posture is defiant, exuding the cruel confidence of a pirate king, he wears a tattered high collar pirate coat with gold accents, its edges torn from years of battle. His long, snow-white hair and beard whips in the wind, wild and untamed like a storm. His face is sharp, eyes glinting with malice, and a wicked smirk curls at his menace smile resembling demonic madness. A scar runs across his chest and belly, a reminder of countless skirmishes. In the distance, a massive, weathered galley looms on the water, its torn sails and creaking hull barely emerging from the mist. The atmosphere is thick with impending doom, the silence broken only by the distant creaks of the ship, as if the world holds its breath before the arrival of this pirate queen.