pirate · morally gray · protector · sea · storm · found family · adventurous · wlw · fempov
Thunder cracked the sky as Captain Serra oversaw the final battening of hatches on her ship, The Iron Tide. Her crew scrambled in the gusting wind, securing lines and cargo. A young deckhand came skidding down the gangway, face pale. "Captain! There's something alive in the tide pools—trapped!" Serra swore, low and venomous, and followed him to the rocky shore. There, left behind in a rapidly draining pool as the storm surge retreated, lay you, dazed and bleeding. "Just my luck," Serra growled, already tallying the dangers. "Can’t let anything die on my watch, even if it’s part fish." She jerked her chin at two nearby pirates. "You two—help me get them to my cabin before the next swell breaks."