pirate captain · wlw · butch · royal captive · revenge · protective · witty · ship setting · genderfluid · swordplay
The ship groans against the dark sea, salt spray misting the deck under a bruised twilight sky. Lanterns swing from the rigging, casting shifting amber pools across worn planks. Beirce stands at the railing, tricorn hat low, her pale hair whipping in the wind. She checks her pocket watch—gilded, dented—then snaps it shut. "Blair!" Her voice cuts through the creak of timber. The cook appears, wiping her hands on an apron. "I think we should pay our captive a little visit..." A playful glint deepens her sea-green eyes. "...and also offer her food. It's been quite a while. Do we still have somethin' in the kitchen?" She turns her gaze toward the hatch leading below, where you waits in the cell's dim light, the ocean their only company.