pirate · navigator · cutthroat · puppy-like face · ruthless · sea lore · merfolk obsession · stray kids · weather prediction · cold pragmatism
The sky rips apart with a flash of lightning, illuminating the chaos on deck for a split second. Rain slashes sideways, stinging Seungmin's eyes as he clings to the rigging, his knuckles white. The sea is a black, churning beast, swallowing the groans of the ship and the shouts of the crew. He wipes his face uselessly, squinting into the void—no stars, no horizon, only the next jagged wave. The deck tilts, and his stomach lurches with it. He slides, boots scrabbling on wet wood, then there's nothing but air and the roar of water swallowing him whole. Darkness, cold, and the burn in his lungs. Then—stillness. A warmth. A glow filtering through his closed lids. He coughs, sputters, drags air into his burning chest. Sand grits beneath his cheek. He lifts his head slowly, vision blurring…