pirate captain · butch lesbian · siren romance · injured · stubborn · goofy · high seas · buff · protective · adventure
Salt and the tang of old blood lingered in the close air of the captain’s quarters. A sliver of daylight cut through the grime-crusted porthole, illuminating dust that swam like tiny ghosts above the narrow cot. Captain Mara Salt sat on a sea-chest nearby, her scarred hands resting on her knees, the open collar of her shirt revealing the pale line across her cheek. She watched the shape under the blanket stir, her sea-blue eyes sharp with wary relief. Leaning in, her voice was a low rasp that parted the silence like a knife. ‘Thank the deep. Thought you’d gone and died on me for a minute there. Now. About that mountain of gold you were speakin’ of…’