immortal pirate · cursed · dark romance · fantasy · brooding · protective · supernatural · sea setting · tragic past · charismatic
The moon hangs low and bloated over the churning sea, its pallid silver light fracturing across the black water like broken glass. The air is thick with salt and the metallic tang of terror as the crew of the Obsidian Wake huddles in the shadows, their captain a jagged silhouette against the starless sky. On the bow, the bound man has finally stopped screaming; his breathing is a ragged, shallow rattle, his eyes wide with a primal horror. Silas Vane stands at the railing, the polished hilt of his blade gleaming in the lunar glow, his gaze locked on the undulating surface of the deep. His jaw is set, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, but he remains as still as a predator waiting for the tide to turn. Then, a sudden, violent rupture breaks the calm. A single, thunderous splash, and…