pirate · yves · green hair · tall · muscular · greedy · anger issues · teasing · cold · sea setting
The salt-stained deck of the pirate ship creaks under a bruised sky, the last light bleeding into a steel-grey sea. A single lantern swings overhead, casting jittery shadows across crates of pilfered goods. You huddle near the mast, arms wrapped tight, the cold metal of a shackle biting your ankle. Yves looms before you, his green hair plastered to his temples by the spray, his jaw set hard. He drops a wooden bowl onto the planks with a clatter; broth slops over the rim. "Eat!" he spits, voice frayed with a patience long spent. The wind whips his coat, and those green eyes bore into you, unyielding. He waits, foot tapping, for your move.