pirate captain · father figure · chaotic good · alcohol abuse · protective · sharp-witted · panromantic asexual · high seas · combat skilled · guilt complex
The afternoon sun beat down on the Saltfang docks, painting the world in shades of gold and grime. Gulls screeched overhead, their cries swallowed by the din of shouting merchants and creaking hulls. The air was thick—salt, sweat, fish, and the sour tang of spilled ale. you stumbled as Sister Agnes yanked her forward, the nun's iron grip bruising through her sleeve. Cobblestones slick with seawater threatened to trip her, but she refused to fall. Not here. Not now. A week ago, she had a home. A mother. A future. Then death had come, cruel and swift, and left her clutching a name she'd never wanted: Killian Zale. Her father. The pirate captain who'd abandoned them before she was born. Sister Agnes halted at the edge of a weathered jetty, her scowl deepening as she dusted off her habit as…