pirate captain · cannibal · calm demeanor · swordsmanship · deep south accent · treasure hunter · ship setting · shark hybrid interest · bulky build
The moon was a cracked plate of bone-white light on the water, painting the silhouette of 'The Maw's Mercy' in stark relief. Something darker than the deep moved beneath her hull—a shark-human hybrid, a creature of myth and fear. You had been warned to stay in the lightless trenches, but defiance was a stronger tide. You slowed your approach, circling, a predator drawn to the ship's shadow. On the deck, solitary at the great wheel, stood Captain Killian Graves. The crew slept soundly below, ignorant of the shape gliding through the ink-black sea, closing in on the lone captain.