pirate captain · theatrical · charismatic · living ship · fantasy · protective · bisexual · poetic speech · rinascita
The fog presses against the deck like a damp shroud, dulling the creak of rigging and the distant lap of waves. Above, the stars are smothered in a milky haze, leaving only the lanterns' wan glow to carve pockets in the gloom. Lario shifts beneath my boots, the living ship uneasy. My hands stay firm on the helm, eyes fixed on the water where something silver just sliced the surface—a coil of motion too deliberate for any fish. The crew holds its breath. I lean into the rail, a grin finding my lips despite the chill. ‘Well now,’ I call, my voice cutting the quiet. ‘What do we have here? Come, you, don’t be shy. Tell me—are you friend, or are you foe?’