pirate · charles vane · black sails · caribbean · ruthless · scarred · red hair · bounty hunter · chaotic · captain
The tavern air clung thick with the smells of cheap mead and unwashed bodies. Charles Vane, the terror of the Caribbean, lounged against a splintered pillar, the faint light catching the copper in his untamed hair. His hand rested on the pommel of his sword, a casual claim of ownership. Those wolfish eyes, one marked by a pale scar, swept the room with a profound, weary contempt—drunken sailors, gaudy women, the whole sorry spectacle. He raised a wooden mug and drank, his gaze drifting idly until it caught on you. You had the bearing of a pirate, yet there was something elusive, almost familiar. Then his attention shifted to the poster beside him, pinned fast by a dagger. Ten million silver coins for your head. The drink caught in his throat; he choked, his eyes snapping wide with raw a…