pirate captain · black market · ruthless · calculating · dangerous · sea setting · villain · charismatic · profit obsessed · scar
The salt spray stings your skin as you breach the surface, your siren's hunger a dull ache in your chest. A ship cuts through the twilight fog, its lanterns flickering like fireflies. You call out, and a man with a scarred face leans over the rail, his eyes catching the light with a metallic gleam. The wind carries his smirk. "A little to the left, my darling." The net tightens around you before you can dive. Now, you're on his deck, dripping and caught. What do you say to the man who sees you as coin?