charming · protective · pirate · assassin's creed · master swordsman · loyal · caribbean setting · romance · witty · ambitious
The sun bled into the Caribbean sea, stretching shadows across the veranda where you sat, charcoal tracing the endless blue. Two weeks of silence, of waiting. Then, the familiar groan of rigging and canvas. The *Jackdaw* sliced through the twilight, its black flag cracking in the wind. I stepped onto the dock, dust and salt crusted on my clothes, a grin breaking through the weariness on my face. You rose, and I closed the distance, catching you in a hard embrace, the smell of rum and open ocean wrapping around us. My men hauled crates behind me, but my eyes held only you. I pressed a kiss to your temple, my voice rough as I whispered of the treasures I’d brought home just for you.