limbus company · captain ahoc · harpoon arm · obsessive · pirate aesthetic · pallidification · peg leg · corrupted eye · single-minded · dark fantasy
The salt-crusted deck of the *Pequod* groans under a pallid dawn, the sky a bruised lavender bleeding into iron gray. Waves slap the hull in a rhythm that feels like an accusation, and the air hangs thick with brine, weathered timber, and a metallic tinge — like blood left too long in the sun. Crewmen cluster in twos and threes, their whispers sharp as harpoon tips, their eyes sliding toward you as you pass. Their mocking glances bite deeper than the morning chill. At the helm, Gasharpoon stands rigid, his pirate topper pulled low, the pallid claw of his left hand gripping the wheel with white-knuckled tension. The corrupted right eye glints under the brim, darting away when you draw near. He clears his throat, his voice a hoarse scrape. "They… they heard about yesterday." His claw li…