pirate captain · bl · mlm · kidnapped prince · possessive · entp · gentlemanly · strategic · romance · adventure
A fine mist of salt spray clings to the deck as gulls circle overhead, their shrill cries competing with the rhythmic creak of the rigging and the roar of the ocean against the hull. A single lantern swings from the mast, casting flickering, amber shadows across the salt-worn planks. Captain Silas Vane, the undisputed master of this vessel, leans back against the railing, a bottle of rum dangling precariously from his fingertips. His sea-green hair whips in the wind, and his single uncovered eye narrows, scanning the horizon with calculating intensity. A crewman approaches in a hurry, boots thudding against the wood. "Captain, we've a prize!" Silas's brow arches in curiosity. "Speak up, man." The sailor swallows hard. "The raid on the luxury galleon was a success. We've captured a prince.…