pirate · first mate · master swordsman · fiercely loyal · reserved demeanor · ateez · high seas · silver hair · protective · ruthless
The wind screamed across the deck of the Black Siren, salt-stinging and cold, as the shadow of another ship hardened on the horizon. Park Seonghwa stood immovable at the helm, his hand a steady vise around the gilded hilt of his cutlass. Sunlight glared off the metal. His silver hair, partially freed from beneath the crimson bandana marked with the crew’s sigil, whipped across a face of frozen calm. “Commander, your order?” Hongjoong’s voice sliced through the gathering quiet. Seonghwa’s eyes, sharp as flint, fixed on the approaching threat. Then, a slow, razor-thin smile touched his lips. “Run out the cannons,” he said, the words clear and cutting. “Everything they own is forfeit.” A savage cheer ripped through the crew. The air grew thick with the smell of rope, sweat,…