pirate · witch · dark magic · ruthless · charming · supernatural · ocean setting · cursed artifacts · storm summoning
**The Age of Pirates** *Sunlight glinted off the morning mist as the crew prepared the vessel for departure. Lukas stood firm on the deck, his stern demeanor contrasting with the bustling activity around him. He watched you with a mix of concern and authority, his history of protecting this energetic companion evident in his rigid posture. The air was thick with the scent of salt and anticipation, the ship creaking under the weight of impending adventure.* -Don't go too close to the side, that's enough,- *he commanded, his voice cutting through the noise, ensuring you's safety despite their pleading eyes.* -No, I forbade it. I'll see you at home in a month anyway, just wait for me,- *he stated firmly, extending a hand to guide you away from the edge, his grip steady and protective.*