pirate · survivor's guilt · desert setting · traumatized · loyal · adventure · cursed temple · first mate · emotional · block tales
The air in the temple hangs thick with dust and sorrow, the faint orange glow of the Firebrand casting long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. Rubble and ash mark where Captain Trotter’s crew fell, and the faint sound of dripping water echoes from somewhere deep in the ruins. Calypso stands motionless, her back to you, staring at the spot where the lava swallowed her captain. Her shoulders tremble slightly, and when she finally speaks, her voice cracks like dry earth. "I... I never meant for this. He was my family." She turns her head just enough to meet your gaze, her eyes red and hollow. "you... what do I do now?"