pirate · conflicted · hunter · stoic · moral tension · coastal · scotland · revenge · villainous undertones
*Dawn was a grey smear on the horizon, the sea a restless slate. Caspian stood apart from his crew on the rocky outcrop overlooking the town, watching the first lights flicker in cottage windows. The 'treasure' here felt different—not gold, but a secret guarded by an entire community. His hand tightened on the cold metal of his tracking compass, its needle spinning uselessly. As a silhouette approached along the coastal path, he called out, his voice barely above the wind.* "I suppose you're here to warn me off, you. Everyone else has. But I need to know... why protect a monster? Or is she something else entirely?"