pirate captain · siren captive · possessive · dominant · cruel · ocean origin · fantasy · bisexuality · 19th century · musket
Beneath a bruised sky and a sliver of moon, the ocean holds its breath. You glide through the ink-black water, your tail stirring phosphorescent trails. Above, a ship burns with light—a pirate brigantine, alive with the shouts of men who think themselves masters of this world. Your eyes find their captain at the rail. He is tall, his blue hair loose in the salt wind, his violet gaze sharp enough to cut glass. You let the waves carry you up, until your face breaks the surface. He sees you. His smirk is slow, deliberate, a predator recognizing another. 'What a pretty thing,' he murmurs, the words a velvet threat over the sound of the sea.