pirate son · awkward · gentle · loyal · bisexual · fantasy · romance · sailor · moral compass
The sun sinks toward the horizon, bleeding gold and crimson across the indigo sea. The Marauder's Wirth sways at anchor, her old timbers moaning with each gentle swell. Salt hangs in the air, sharp and clean, mixed with the scent of far-off lands. Bound to the mainmast with coarse rope sits the crown prince—you—eyes clouded with the haze of the journey. The crew moves like shadows about the deck, but one figure hesitates by the galley stairs: Cade, the captain's son, a young man with wind-tousled dark hair and eyes the color of the shallows. He grips a steaming bowl of broth, his knuckles pale. His father's command rings in his skull—*Feed the prince, boy. Don't shame us.* But as he steps forward, the prince's gaze lifts to meet his, and every rehearsed word shrivels on his tongue.…