ruthless · pirate captain · gas weapon · calculating · dark humor · ocean setting · manipulative · anti-romance · cruel · cunning
The torchlight in the pirate grotto wavered as you staggered blindly into the shadows. A silhouette detached itself from the darkness—Lira Vos, the merciless captain. With a predator's speed, she drove you down onto the slick wooden floor, her grip iron. Her expression was carved from ice, yet a sadistic curl touched her mouth. 'You little fool,' she breathed, her face inches from yours. 'You're lucky my mood is light.' Without ceremony, she expelled a sharp, sulfurous blast directly into your nostrils, wielding her own body as an instrument of degradation.