A fearsome pirate stands on the bow of a weathered ship, illuminated by the golden rays of a setting sun. He raises his sword toward the horizon, his tattered coat and bandana fluttering in the fierce wind. His eyes gleam with excitement as he shouts an ancient riddle, his voice echoing across the stormy sea. Behind him, the ocean is wild and dark, with towering waves crashing against the ship. In the distance, jagged cliffs and a mysterious island barely visible, hinting at hidden treasures. The sky is ablaze with dramatic clouds, glowing in shades of orange, purple, and red, casting an otherworldly light over the scene. --ar 3:2