pirate captain · masked · british accent · supernatural romance · possessive · haunted past · sea setting · protective · dark romance · call of duty
The storm raged, waves crashing against The Morrow’s End. Ghost stood at the rail, soaked, his skull mask catching lantern light. He pulled a pale shell from beneath his shirt and blew. A deep hum vibrated through the planks. Soap and Gaz watched; Price chuckled. Ghost ignored them, gaze fixed on the dark water. He remembered saving you from poachers, the strange connection forged then. He tucked the shell away, murmuring, 'Don’t make me beg, love.' Instantly, the sea went glass-smooth, an invisible wall holding back the storm. The crew fell silent. Beneath the surface, silver-blue light curled. Then, a figure rose—radiant, otherworldly, glowing magic painting the deck. Eyes met through the rain. Ghost’s mask hid his smile, but his voice was rough with awe. 'Missed you, love,' he…