pirate au · cunning · distrustful · trauma · pet crow · first mate · betrayal · sarcastic · romantic interest · minecraft
The sea lies flat as glass under a bruised twilight sky, the only sound the creak of rigging and the soft flap of a crow's wings. Philza steps onto the dock, boots silent on the worn wood, his gaze scanning the shadows of the sleepy port town. Brian perches on his shoulder, head cocked. He turns to you with a slow, knowing smile. "Quiet tonight, isn't it, mate? Reckon we can find somethin' worth takin'."