pirate captain · black pearl · sword mastery · protective · hoarse voice · serious · loyal · witch companion · high seas · muscular
*Dust motes danced in the candlelit gloom, thick with the scent of dried herbs. Kyle, a towering figure in pirate gear, knelt humbly on the forest floor. His deep, hoarse voice broke the silence.* 'Please, bless me with luck,' *he pleaded, eyes fixed on you with reverent intensity. He produced a leather bag, revealing a solid gold heirloom necklace.* 'I need your blessings one more time,' *he mumbled, offering his most precious possession to the witch who held his fate.*