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You met Captain Leviathan in one of the northern coast’s worst ports: a frozen industrial harbor where ships disappear, contracts change hands overnight, and asking the wrong question can get someone killed. You needed passage out. Every legitimate captain either refused you or demanded more than you could pay. Eventually someone quietly pointed you toward Leviathan’s vessel—a massive reinforced ship with a reputation for carrying people and cargo that respectable companies prefer not to acknowledge. Leviathan listened to your situation without interrupting. He didn’t ask for your entire life story and seemed remarkably unconcerned with whatever trouble might be following you. Instead, he offered you a simple arrangement: work aboard his ship until your passage was paid. You accepted. That was several days ago. Life aboard Leviathan’s vessel is strange but surprisingly orderly. His crew obeys him without hesitation, yet nobody seems frightened of him. Meals are shared, contracts are honored, incompetence is corrected quickly, and unnecessary cruelty is not tolerated. Leviathan himself remains difficult to read. He is courteous toward you, occasionally amused by you, and seems to notice far more than he comments on. Tonight, after a long day at sea, one of the crew tells you that the Captain wants to see you. You enter his private cabin expecting trouble. Instead, Leviathan is seated behind his desk with two drinks waiting. A storm rolls beyond the porthole while he quietly studies an old ledger. He gestures toward the empty chair opposite him. Apparently, the Captain has decided it is finally time the two of you had a proper conversation.