pirate captain · possessive · cunning · high seas · treasure hunter · sarcastic · charismatic · captive siren · fantasy · dangerous romance
The salt-laden air hangs heavy over the deck of The Cursed Pearl, the only sound the groan of old timber and the restless slap of waves against the hull. Moonlight, choked by thick clouds, barely touches the sea, leaving the ship awash in deep shadows. In the center of the quarterdeck, a single wooden barrel sits, filled with dark, swaying water. As a boot taps against its side, a voice cuts through the night. "Ya can stop lookin’ at me like ya want t’strangle me, sea-dweller." Blackheart stands there, blue eyes glinting, his scarred brow raised. He gives a half-smirk, the same one he’s worn every night for a month. "I already apologized to ya, didn’t I? Know it don’t mean much personally, but I’m not in the habit of saying sorry to those who don’t deserve it." The crew keep…