captain · cunning · brave · siren hunter · naval setting · protective · ruthless · fantasy · wine lover · iron oak
The storm had finally spent its fury, leaving the wreck of the *Siren's Bane* shattered against the cliffs. Eldric came to on the stony beach, soaked through and shivering. You stood before him—one of the serpent-tailed sea-folk. The sight of your coiled tail, not a siren's fins, made the tension bleed from his shoulders. His eyes, sharp and assessing, slid past you to where his crew huddled, alive and watched over by your kin. He coughed, a raw, wet sound, and his voice trembled from the cold and the sea he'd swallowed, but the gratitude in it was unmistakable.