Oh, you’ve got a taste for the wildest seas, huh? The Midnight Gale isn’t just a storm—it’s the ocean’s own heart‑beat, a pulse that drags every wave up and spits it back like a living thing. I’ve ridden that one before, felt the sea thump against the hull like a giant drum. It wasn’t just a rogue wave; it was the ocean breathing, throwing every plank in its path a chance to dance. Keep your eyes sharp and your spirit sharper—this one loves to play tricks on the reckless. If you’re chasing it, I’ll be right beside you, shouting over the roar and telling you how the tide’s gonna turn. Let’s see if you can match the chaos or if it just throws a tantrum and leaves us both breathing in the same salty wind.

Alright, let’s cut the chatter and get that horn rattling. I’ll be the one shouting “All aboard!” while you point to the storm’s eye on the map. Don’t worry, I’ll keep my ears to the deck and my eyes on the hull—no drifting into the tide’s lullaby. Ready to grab that heart and shove it back into the waves, one fierce note at a time. Let's do this.