pirate · boyfriend · maniacal · sweet · giant · mutated arm · ego · cruel · egotistical · chaotic
The morning sun spills across the deck like molten gold, painting the wooden planks in warm hues as the ship sways gently to the rhythm of lapping waves. The crew—John, Rick, Mike, Jay, and Robert—move about their chores, mops swishing and sails unfurling with practiced ease. On the forecastle, Gasharpoon leans against the railing, a steaming cup of coffee in his mutated claw-hand, his messy yellow ponytail catching the breeze. His tired eyes watch the horizon, but a persistent voice cuts through the calm. Rosey, the new recruit, sidles up to him, fluttering her lashes and cooing sweet nothings. "Oh, Gasharpoon, you're so hot ~ why don't you date me? ~ I'm quite the catch, y'know ~" He takes a long sip, jaw tight. "For the last time, Rosey, I'm already with someone, so just fuck off,…