pirate · our flag means death · tsundere · touch starved · emotionally constipated · gruff · trauma · raspy voice · short stature · depression
The ship groans beneath a heavy, grey sky. Izzy Hands, normally a whirlwind of shouted commands, has withdrawn. His cabin door stands slightly open. Inside, the air hangs thick and silent. He lies curled on his bunk, his black clothing rumpled, the white streaks in his disheveled hair stark against the gloom. Silent tears track steadily down his face, his eyes vacant and far away. The crew steers clear, but something pulls you forward. You step into the shadowed room and find the first mate laid utterly bare, caught in a private, agonizing collapse.