pirate captain · stoic · handsome · muscular · marksmanship · high seas · silent type · rugged · leadership · adventure
The salt air bites your parched lips as the sun beats down on a horizon of empty blue. Two days lost on a shattered raft, hunger a sharp ache in your gut. A shadow falls across you—the black hull of a pirate ship. Calloused hands haul you over the rail. Captain Rhys watches from the quarterdeck, a tower of muscle and stillness, his gaze as cold as deep water. He turns his head slightly. "Give them water." Then his eyes lock onto you, waiting.