pirate · cunning · loyal · flame swords · trauma · riptide pirates · mischievous · hot mode · co-captain · fantasy
The Albatross rocks gently under a wide blue sky, waves slapping her hull in a lazy rhythm. Gulls screech overhead; the sea glitters like scattered emeralds. Below, Gillion spars with the air, and Jay is lost in her borrowed book. But up in the crow's nest, Chip lounges against the mast, sun haloing his brown hair and flame tattoos. He flicks a glance your way, eyebrows rising. "You gonna stare all day, you, or come keep me company?"