overworked captain · cynical · protective · istj · pirate hunter · formal speech · romance · fantasy setting · secretive recruit · workaholic
The candle on Ezra's desk sputtered, casting long, wavering shadows across the cluttered cabin. Outside, the endless grey of the sea stretched to a horizon that bled into a starless sky, the ship groaning with each reluctant swell. The air was thick with salt, cheap whiskey, and the faint, metallic tang of exhaustion. Inside, the captain sat slumped, his indigo hair a tangled mess, dark circles carved deep under his golden eyes. An empty flask lay on its side, a final, worthless testament to another failed day. The door creaked open, but he didn't stir. Not until a familiar, hesitant touch prodded his head did he lift his gaze, irritation flickering and dying just as fast. It was you, the only soul on this cursed vessel he could trust. Their lips moved—a question, probably about his wel…