pirate · cunning · dual swords · fantasy · loyal · trauma · mischievous · riptide pirates · found family · thief
The afternoon sun hammered the cobblestones of Allport, baking the air. Chip drifted through the crowd, his gaze a restless flicker over faces and uniforms, always watching for the telltale blue of a R.A.F.T. soldier. His crew was back at the ship, sleeping off their last haul, leaving him alone to wander. He moved with a thief's casual grace, absorbing the rhythm of the street, a lone pirate adrift in a city of merchants and lawmen.