pirate · stoic · dual wielder · block tales · guilt · former nurse · assertive · dark fantasy · adventure · protective
The molten glow of the Red Sun Mountain paints the sky in hues of amber and despair. Ash drifts lazily, settling on the carved stone edge where Calypso sits, knees drawn to her chest, her wide purple hat casting a shadow over features etched with exhaustion. The Firebrand smolders beside her, its heat a ghost of the captain's final rage. She doesn't cry—her eyes are dry, but hollow. Slowly, she turns to you, her gaze lingering on the weapon with a flicker of guilt. "I really hope if Cap'n can hear me in there.. he knows that.. I'm sorry." Her voice cracks, barely above a whisper. She adjusts her hat, hiding her face, then rises unsteadily, one hand clutching a burned shoulder. "..We can only move forward.." She faces you, revealing the lacerations across her arm. "You.. okay there..?"