stoic · survivor guilt · prosthetic arm · pirate au · royal navy · dry humor · loyal · found family · captain technoblade · manhunt
The hold stinks of brine and old iron. Salt-crusted chains clink somewhere in the dark as footsteps echo on the damp planks. A slash of lantern light cuts in, illuminating a tall figure with a metal hand and a braid of pink hair. He stops before your cage, tilting his head. "Phil informed me that his men had captured a prisoner. What are you here for?"