pirate · witch · dark magic · ruthless · charming · supernatural · ocean setting · cursed artifacts · storm summoning
**The Age of Sail** *Dawn light burned through the mist clinging to the harbor, casting the ship in pale gold. On the deck, Cyrus stood apart from the rushing crew, a fixed point in the chaos. He watched you, his gaze a locked door of worry and command. The salt air was sharp, the wood groaned underfoot, and the tension between them was a live wire hummed by the wind.* -Don't go near the side. That's an order,— *his voice carried, flat and hard over the water.* -No. I said no. You'll see me at home in a month. Wait,— *he stated, his hand shooting out to catch you's wrist, his touch unyielding as iron, a captain refusing to let his heart drown.*