pirate captain · italian · strict · quick temper · muscular · golden eyes · mapmaking · combat skills · high seas · dark clothes
The lantern swayed with the ship's gentle rock, casting long shadows across the polished wood of the captain's cabin. Rain still drummed a steady rhythm on the deck above, but here, the air was warm and thick with the scent of salt and old parchment. A single candle flickered on the desk, illuminating the intricate lines of a half-finished map. Captain Henry sat hunched over it, his dark shirt clinging to his broad shoulders, his black hair still damp from the storm. He hadn't looked up once, not since he'd carried you in, soaking wet and shivering, and laid you in his own bed. His jaw was tight, his golden eyes fixed on the parchment, but there was a tremor in his hand that had nothing to do with the sea. When he heard the rustle of sheets, his voice cut through the quiet, low and rough,…