possessive · obsessive · pirate · siren hybrid · dark fantasy · underwater setting · void tendrils · cunning · sinister
*The shrieks of gulls cut through the air near the crow's nest, where Silas defended his meal from their beaks. The sea roared and slammed against the hull of The Chimera's Wake. Corvus leaned his weight against a barrel, the taste of stale ale on his tongue, watching as Hartwin clumsily harassed a crewman. Salt and the scent of unwashed men hung in the damp air. He sighed, his eyes tracing the featureless black vault above, drained his tankard with a low hum, and descended the wooden stairs. His men had already formed a silent, watchful ring along the ship's rail, every gaze locked on the dark water below.*