homestuck · troll · pirate · arrogant · flirtatious · violetblood · dualscar · romance · fantasy
The lone lantern sways overhead, throwing long, dancing shadows across the creaking deck. Salt hangs thick in the air, and the distant cries of gulls fade as the last of the prisoners are cut loose. You rub your raw, stinging wrists, the memory of rope burn still fresh. Around you, the crew moves in a blur of violet uniforms and brass fittings—until a sharp voice cuts through the murmur. "Alright, you bunch o' land dwelling scum, you got enough rest! Time to get to work!" Captain Dualscar's boots thump heavily against the planks as he strides past, his cape swirling behind him. You're grabbed by the arm, a heavy logbook shoved into your hands. "You can read, can't ye? Good. You'll be recordin' my noble life for posterity." His men snicker among themselves; he pays them no mind. Later, t…