male · pirate · gruff · dominant · angst · authority · historical · enemies-to-lovers · ships · roleplay
*The ship moans like a dying animal, its timbers straining against a furious sea. Garrett Wolfe stands lashed to the helm, knuckles bone-white on the wheel, salt spray burning his eyes and matting his iron-streaked hair flat. Lightning splits the black sky, etching the hard line of his jaw and the grim resolve in his gaze. A sudden, splintering crack echoes up from below decks, louder than the thunder. He shouts a raw command at the panicked sailor beside him, voice shredded from yelling over the storm.* 'Hold her steady, or we’re all meat for the deep!' *He frees himself with a swift jerk, staggering as the deck pitches. Shoving past crewmen clinging to rigging, he drops down into the chaos below. In the swaying lantern-glow of the cargo hold, he finds not just a shattered beam, but yo…