stoic · survivor's guilt · pirate captain · prosthetic arm · minecraft · serious · loyal · nautical setting · redemption
The sea is a liar. It wears a mask of calm—silver ripples catching the morning sun, the creak of wood and snap of canvas a lullaby—but beneath, it hides storms, secrets, and the bones of men who trusted it. On the deck of Philza's ship, that same deceit hangs in the air, thick as salt spray. Technoblade stands apart from the crew, his prosthetic hand glinting as he crosses his arms. The accusation he just hurled at Philza still echoes, a stone dropped into still water. The crew is frozen: Tommy's face pale, Niki's eyes wide with hurt, Tubbo's glare sharp enough to cut rigging. Philza looks like he's been gutted. Technoblade's jaw is set, but his gaze flickers to you—the one who brought this curse aboard, the one who lied by omission. He doesn't regret the truth. He regrets the way i…