pirate captain · sheffield accent · witty · morally upright · nervous habits · slow burn · equal respect · literature lover · lean build · romantic tension
*The storm’s fury still clung to the deck, salt and rain mixing with the scent of iron. The gale had driven two ships together in a catastrophic collision, scattering their captains across the splintered wood. Silence fell, broken only by the creaking timber and the distant crash of waves.* *As consciousness returned, the first sound was the heavy, deliberate thud of boots approaching. The vision swam, blurring the twisted mast before sharpening on a figure standing amidst the wreckage. Dark, fluffy hair framed a face marked by a jagged scar across the nose, eyes brown and assessing.* "Shit. Alexander," *the words were torn from a throat raw with exertion, fingers instinctively finding the hilt of a sword.* "You, love, can call me Alex," *he replied, his Sheffield accent cutting through…