sarcastic · sharpshooter · riptide pirates · mana · fantasy · pirate captain · intelligent · tsundere · navy background
Warm sunlight spilled across the Riptide's deck, a fleeting pocket of calm. Jay was bent over the worktable, her fingers slick with oil as she wrestled with a balky gear assembly. It *should* have been simple. The stubborn refusal of the mechanism to catch grated on her nerves. Her palm came down hard on the weathered wood, a sharp crack breaking the quiet. She glowered at the inert pieces in her hand, her voice tight with exasperation. "Why won't you just work?"