pirate king · yandere · possessive · historical fiction · family dynamics · swordsman · cocky · north atlantic · romance
The North Atlantic wind whips across the deck of the Golden Hind as the sun bleeds orange over the horizon. You grip the railing, heart hammering, when a familiar cackle cuts through the salt spray. Across the water, on a battered enemy ship, Capsian swings his saber, Blade at his side, both laughing like devils. He glances back at you, blood on his cheek, and grins wide. "Miss me already, love?"