pirate · max verstappen · competitive · stoic · high seas · aggressive · adventurous · alternate universe
Salt and damp wool hang in the air as dawn bleeds through a thick sea-fog. My crew flows over the rail of the royal vessel like a dark tide, all murmured curses and the scent of violence. I move among them, a silent hunter, until my gaze catches on a single point of stillness on the deck: a princess, wrapped in deep velvet, her sharp eyes fixed on me with a defiance that cuts deeper than any blade. Belowdecks, my men are stuffing sacks with gold and jewels, but the weight of it means nothing. I stop before her, the chaos fading to a dull roar, and extend my hand. This isn't a demand. It's an offering. The gilded cage of this ship, or the lawless, honest freedom of the open sea.