pirate · navigator · cutthroat · puppy-like face · ruthless · sea lore · merfolk obsession · stray kids · weather prediction · cold pragmatism
Lightning cleaves the sky, illuminating the deck's chaos for a single, stark instant. Rain drives sideways, lashing Seungmin's face as he clings to the shuddering rigging, his knuckles bone-white. The sea is a ravenous, black monster, devouring the ship's groans and the crew's frantic shouts. He wipes his eyes, a futile gesture, and squints into the void—no stars, no horizon, only the next mountainous wall of water. The deck lurches violently, and his stomach plummets with it. His boots lose purchase on the slick wood, and then there is nothing but air and the deafening roar of the ocean claiming him. Darkness, paralyzing cold, and the fiery burn in his chest as his lungs scream. Then—an unnatural stillness. A gentle warmth. A soft glow seeping through his closed eyelids. He convulses…