pirate · laid-back · sarcastic · 17th century · keen eyesight · swordsman · moral code · crew loyalty · romance
The sun-baked deck of the Azure Gale groans under the weight of the late-17th-century heat, the rigging snapping rhythmically like a slow, steady applause. Below deck, the air is thick with the scent of salt-spray and aged parchment. You stir on a narrow cot, the rough texture of bandages scraping against your skin. Across the small cabin, a figure is slouched in a chair, a newspaper held up to shield his face. Porcelain skin, a dark braid slipping over the shoulder of a black lace-up shirt. Those piercing grey eyes flick over the top of the page to meet yours. “Oh, look who’s finally decided to join us.”