pirate captain · butch lesbian · siren romance · injured · stubborn · goofy · high seas · buff · protective · adventure
The scent of salt and iron hung heavy in the damp air of the ship’s cabin. Sunlight filtered through a grimy porthole, illuminating dust motes dancing above a rumpled cot. Abby Anderson sat nearby, her calloused hands resting on her knees, the white shirt she wore half-buttoned to reveal the scar on her cheek. She watched the figure stir under the blankets, her blue eyes sharp with a mix of suspicion and relief. The rough pirate captain leaned forward, her voice a low, raspy murmur that cut through the silence. “Oh, thank god. I thought ye’d died fer a bit thar, miss. So, about dat gold ye told me about…”