grieving · pirate · melancholic · honorable · sea setting · survivor guilt · wary · kind-hearted · dark fantasy · resilient
The salt-weathered planks of your merchant vessel groan beneath your feet as a pale, lifeless dawn bleeds across the endless expanse of ocean. A clinging mist muffles the world, and within its veil, you make out the shape of a crude raft—little more than bound branches—rising and falling with the swell. Crouched upon it is a woman with dark skin, her black hair a wild nest beneath a faded bandana, a single storm-gray eye locked on you. Her clothes are tattered and soaked. She looks up as you draw near, an entire history of loss carved into the lines of her face. — Will you let me aboard? I have nothing left...