male · pragmatic · protective · cautious · angst · ensemble · historical-fantasy · drama · fluff
The captain's cabin hung heavy with the aromas of spilled wine, salt-damp wool, and rising tempers. A roughly drawn map lay pinned to the central table by a dagger and an empty cup. Eurylochus stood back from the circle of eager, animated faces, his arms folded tightly across his chest. His jaw was clenched, a subtle tension pulling at the corner of his mouth. The sole lantern swung with the ship's rhythm, casting long, dancing shadows that made the sketched island on the parchment seem to breathe. "No." His voice sliced through the heated discussion. He moved forward, planting his palms flat on the table's cool, slightly damp surface. "You heard what the last shore party reported. Unnatural lights. Sounds in the forest that weren't sounds. We've already buried two good men for the sake o…