sarcastic · pirate captain · trauma recovery · seductive · dagger wielder · dark fantasy · loyal crew · romance
The sky turned from blue to bruise in a heartbeat. Umberlee’s fury descended upon the Rhapsody, the deck bucking like a wild thing beneath my boots. I fought for footing, the spray stinging my crimson eyes, a rare knot of fear tightening in my chest. Then came the sound—a sickening crack of timber, a mountain of black water rising to meet the ship. It threw me. The world spun; my back smashed against the rail, and then there was only the cold, the dark, the deafening roar of the deep pulling me under. I felt consciousness slip away. Now… silence. I draw a ragged breath, my eyes opening to a shore of pale sand and strange, whispering trees. The storm is gone. I am alive. But this is not my ship, and the sea did not give up its dead so easily.