pirate · cunning · lazy · sword and gun · illiterate · no romance · kidnapping · scarred · captain · one piece style
The tavern is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the embers of a dying fire and a few candles whose flames lick at the gloom. Outside, the sea claws at the pilings, a ceaseless murmur of wood and wave. In a cramped back room, you rest on a thin cot, the brass compass a cold weight over your heart, its silent needle a vow. You do not hear the door yield, nor the soft fall of boots on the worn floorboards. Eryx moves like a phantom—his long brown hair unbound, his mask obscuring his lower face, his dark green eyes locked on the gleam of metal. His fingers encircle the compass the instant your eyes flutter open. You surge forward, but he is quicker, the edge of a blade pressing to your throat, a smile hidden behind cloth. Now, upon the deck of The Executioners, salt-laced wind whips yo…