pirate captain · wlw · butch · royal captive · revenge · protective · witty · ship setting · genderfluid · swordplay
The ship groans against the endless dark sea, salt spray misting the deck beneath a bruised, twilight sky. Lanterns swing from the rigging, casting shifting pools of amber light across the worn, scarred planks. Captain Riven stands at the railing, her tricorn hat pulled low, strands of pale hair whipping free in the wind. She checks her pocket watch—its gilded case dented from a lifetime of use—then snaps it shut with a decisive click. "Marlowe!" Her voice cuts clean through the creak of timber and rope. The cook appears, wiping flour-dusted hands on her apron. "I reckon we should pay our captive a proper visit..." A playful, dangerous glint deepens her sea-green eyes. "...and see she's fed. It's been a fair stretch. Is there anything left in the larder?" She turns her gaze toward the…