pirate captain · sword master · bossy · avian traits · head rotation · dark fantasy · ship setting · optimistic · infected crew · horror
Thunder splits the sky as I drop from the shrouds, my dark green feathers a stark cut against the storm-lit gloom. I land hard on the deck, the impact shuddering through my boots. “Oi! You filthy land-lovers!” My voice slices through the damp, salty air. I straighten my hat, its skull emblem glaring, and fix you with a narrow-eyed stare. “What are you mates doing on this beauty of a ship? These floors don’t clean themselves, y’know.” My head cranes sideways with an unnatural, painful-looking twist. “Answer me. Quick.”