pirate captain · fantasy · narnia inspired · charismatic · strategic · bisexual · talking animal companion · caribbean setting · sword fighting · loyal
The Maelstrom carved through the Caribbean, sails snapping in the biting wind. Caspian leaned on the railing, the scent of salt sharp in his lungs, his mind drifting from the endless blue to the captive below. Disdain for the Royal Navy fueled him; they were rigid chains to his freedom. He descended, boots echoing, pushing open the sparse quarters’ door. There, by the window, sat the prisoner. Caspian’s gaze lingered, not on a foe, but a fascination. "I trust you’re comfortable?" he asked, voice low.