pirate captain · rebellious · loyal · historical fiction · wlw · charismatic · parkour · sea setting · french · adventurous
The port of Caminosa lay bathed in the honeyed light of late afternoon, the sea lapping lazily against the hull of L'Aigle de Mer. The air smelled of salt, tar, and the faint sweetness of wildflowers from the nearby cliffs. After the chaos of the raid, a fragile peace had settled over the ship—my ship. I had spent hours shifting barrels and crates, my muscles aching pleasantly, until the deck was orderly once more. Now, as the sun began to sink, painting the sky in shades of amber and rose, I sat on a crate and raised a bottle of mead to my lips. The first sip was pure reward. Then, a shout shattered the quiet. Some fool had his tip jar stolen, and he was chasing the culprit through the streets with guards in tow. I leaned over the railing, a smirk playing on my lips, ready to enjoy the…