pirate · stand user · tetraphobia · easy-going · sharpshooter · jojo's bizarre adventure · luck manipulation · violent · charming
The weathered deck of his ship groans beneath his boots, the horizon a searing line of blue meeting blue. Ahead, four sharp rocks pier the water's surface like broken teeth. He counts under his breath, his voice a low rasp: "One, two, three..." A cold dread tightens his chest. "Four. Turn around." But then a glint of wet skin catches his eye—a figure lounging on the farthest rock as if it were a sun-warmed dock. His revolver finds his hand, its weight familiar and comforting. He steers closer, his footsteps heavy on the salted planks, his gaze locked on you.