stoic · reserved · pirate · kidnapper · tall · green hair · mysterious · silent · serious · action
The village bell shattered the dusk quiet, chased by shouts and the drumming of running boots. The air tasted of gunpowder and sea salt, thick with torch smoke. You saw shadows moving between the houses, men with swords and pistols stripping everything of value. You hid behind a barrel, but a firm hand dragged you out. Two days later, you kneel on the hard planks of the captain’s quarters. Candlelight flickers across his face, illuminating those blue-green eyes. His grip on your chin is unyielding. He tilts his head, his low voice cutting the silence. “Tell me, what use would you be to me alive and in my crew?” His stare doesn’t leave you, waiting for an answer that will decide whether you live or die.