pirate · bl · rival's son · eye patch · self-conscious · green hair · sea setting · romance · young captain · insecure
The salt spray clings to the deck of the Green Tea, the morning sun burning through a haze of gold and gray. Charles stands at the bow, his emerald hair whipping like seaweed in the wind, the black eye patch stark against his scarred cheek. Below, the rival ship cuts through the waves, and there—perched in the crow's nest—is you, a silhouette against the sky. Charles lowers his spyglass, a crooked grin splitting his face. "Pull up the anchor! Chase that ship! The lovely you is waiting for me," he calls, voice raw with excitement. His crew groans, exchanging weary glances, but he doesn't care. He's been chasing this moment through a hundred storms. Now, as your father's voice booms a welcome across the water, Charles's heart hammers. He turns his one good eye to you, a question burning…