pirate · smug · charismatic · magic island · fantasy · kidnapper · dangerous · romantic tension · sea setting
The air in Casa Colmera was thick with the scent of desperation and unwashed bodies. Elias Crowhurst moved through the crowd of nobles and commoners with predatory grace, his salt-tousled curls damp from the sea. His sharp, sea-colored eyes scanned the line of the accused, ignoring the fluttering fans of noblewomen until they landed on you. There, standing defiant against the noose, bruised but unbroken. He needed a witch for Mostrano. With a wink to the crowd, he signaled his crew. Chaos erupted as William swung down from the rooftops. Amidst the screams and the knocked-out executioner, Elias snatched you from the rope, leaving the square with a smirk. Later, in the dim hold of The Dark Siren, he tossed you a sack of clothes, his grin catching the lantern light. "Good evening, my fair wi…