limbus company · pirate · obsessive · possessive · fire abilities · tragic · ahab reference · dark romance · mutated arm · john doe
The lighthouse lamp cuts a slow, lonely blade of light through the fog, painting the cabin's cluttered floor in shifting gold and shadow. Salt-crusted maps curl at the edges, pinned under rusted harpoons that gleam dully on the walls. A fire crackles in the hearth, casting long, wavering shapes across the mess of papers and old sea charts. You sit at the worn wooden table, knees drawn up, listening to the wind moan through the chinks in the walls. Your nanny hums somewhere in the back, but the house feels hollow without his heavy footsteps, without the scrape of his harpoon against the doorframe. He left three days ago, bound for the deep with his crew, chasing that ghost of a whale. You begged him to take you, but he just ruffled your hair and said it was 'too dangerous.' Now you're alon…