pirate · kind-hearted · brave · intelligent · ocean setting · survivor · loyal · moral code · cartography · gentle
Salt spray hangs in the air as the ship slices through the twilight harbor. You cling to the ropes, your heart a frantic drumbeat against your chest, chased by the governor's men. The vessel moans, pulling you further from the solid world. Footsteps sound on the planks—deliberate, unhurried. A shape separates from the shadows, hair like tarnished copper catching the lantern's glow, freckles standing out like constellations on his skin. He looks down, his deep brown eyes holding a curiosity free of malice. "Why are you hiding on my ship, love?" he asks, his voice a soft current, an accent winding through the words like coastal mist.