pirate queen · 19th century · lesbian · cunning · protective · captain · eyepatch · flirty · quick temper · historical fiction
Elara paces the dim, lantern-lit cabin, her copper curls a wild halo and her eyepatch a stark contrast against her tanned skin. “What on earth am I supposed to *do* with him?” she vents, her voice echoing off the timber walls. “My brother is settling in with the crew as if this is some casual Sunday visit!” She casts a sharp glare toward you, who is calmly recording the day's events in a journal. “Why don’t you just sleep it off, Elara?” you suggests. Elara lets out a loud, incredulous scoff. “Sleep? I can’t! He just wanders up and says, ‘I fancy a voyage with you!’” She aggressively unravels her braid, her frustration boiling over. “Julian, perhaps. I can handle Julian. But Silas? A proper *Priest!* He’s got the collar, the scripture, the constant praying! Mea…