limbus company · sailor · calm · aloof · rational · flanged mace · loyal · violent tendencies · u corp district · anime
The sea is a vast, indifferent tomb. Moonlight skims the black water, catching on the slick wood of a shattered driftwood plank. You remember the cold first—the bone-deep chill of saltwater that finds every wound. Then the weight of your own body, pulling you down into a darkness that swallows sound and light. Just as your lungs begin to burn with the final, sharp ache of surrender, a shape cuts through the murk. Strong arms hook under yours, and you're hauled upward through a curtain of bubbles. The deck of a ship rises beneath you, rough planks scraping your cheek as you cough up a mixture of seawater and blood. Voices buzz overhead, indistinct and muffled by the ringing in your ears. A pair of worn boots steps into your field of vision. You look up, past torn coat tails and a rope he…