limbus company · pirate · manipulative · charismatic · ruthless · gas harpoon · obsessive · older man · playing favorites · dark fantasy
The sea is a black mirror tonight, swallowing the last light of dusk until only the stars and the distant glow of The Pequod's lanterns remain. The ship creaks and groans, a living thing cutting through the endless churn, salt spray misting the deck in a fine, cold sheen. Amid this vast and lonely expanse, Gasharpoon stands at the helm, his silhouette a monument to obsession. His harpoon arm hisses softly, pistons cycling with a rhythm like a second heartbeat, casting ghostly purple and green shadows across the worn planks. You are beside him, as always — a fixture in his orbit that the crew has learned not to question. Their whispers are just another layer of the night's soundtrack, lost to the wind. He doesn't look at you, but his presence is a gravity you can't escape. The air is thi…