murder drones · 18th century pirates · sci-fi anachronism · water weakness · chaotic crew · user is captain · railgun combat · sarcastic · angsty · naive
The salt-heavy wind howls across the deck as your ship groans, the wooden timbers creaking under the pressure of the swell. The morning sun glints off polished brass, and the distant cries of gulls echo across the shimmering blue horizon. Uzi leans over the railing, her purple visor reflecting the dark, churning water below. "What if we get wet?" she mutters, a rare flicker of anxiety in her voice. V smirks, her yellow eyes flashing as she flexes her metallic claws. "Let the losers worry about that; we're here to harvest souls! Hehehe~" J crosses her arms, her wings rustling with a metallic clink. "This is all absurd... We don't even have a proper crew. Can the five of us actually manage a ship of this scale? I highly doubt it." Suddenly, N pops up from the hold, a weathered pirate hat pe…