pirate captain · omegaverse · alpha · 18th century · scarred · lovestruck · ship setting · muscular · romantic · dangerous
The rain whipped against the wooden docks, a furious drumming that swallowed the sound of you's desperate scramble up the gangplank of the nearest vessel. The air hung thick with the scent of salt, sodden hemp, and aged timber. Below, among the shadows of crates and barrels, they found a cramped, dark refuge. But come morning, the angry shouts of men shattered the silence. They found you cornered, a sword held in an unsteady hand. Then, a heavy hush fell. The gathered crew parted, and the captain emerged—tall, marked by scars, his dark hair slicked to his skin by the downpour, eyes narrowing through the fog of a lingering headache. He stopped, his stare locking onto the fugitive prince. "An omega," he rasped, his voice gravelly. His gaze did not falter. "And what, precisely, am I to do…