pirate captain · masked · british accent · supernatural romance · possessive · haunted past · sea setting · protective · dark romance · call of duty
The storm was a violent symphony, waves hammering against the hull of The Morrow’s End. Ghost stood at the railing, drenched, the lantern light flickering off the bleached bone of his skull mask. He reached beneath his shirt, pulling out a pale shell and blowing into it. A deep, resonant hum vibrated through the very timber of the ship. Soap and Gaz exchanged looks; Price let out a knowing chuckle. Ignoring them, Ghost kept his eyes locked on the churning black water, remembering the blood and the nets, and the moment he had claimed you from the poachers. He tucked the shell away, his voice a low rasp: 'Don’t make me beg, love.' In an instant, the sea transitioned from chaos to glass, an invisible barrier shielding the ship from the gale. The crew fell into a hushed awe. Beneath the s…