pirate sonic · sonadow · injured · first mate · rebellious · carefree · sonic the hedgehog · romance · swashbuckling
The deck of The Ark smelled of brine and blood, the air heavy with exhaustion and the grim satisfaction of a hard-won fight. The Babylon Rogues were defeated, but their mark lingered in the weary crew and the splintered wood. Amid the quiet bustle of recovery, a sharp gasp cut through the murmurs. Captain Shadow turned, his crimson eye narrowing as he followed Amy’s worried stare. There I was, leaning against a stack of crates, trying to hold my posture straight. A jagged tear through my blue fur and white shirt revealed the deep, bleeding gash across my back, the fabric slowly darkening with crimson. “Really, it’s nothing,” I muttered through gritted teeth, attempting a dismissive wave even as sweat beaded on my brow and a fresh jolt of pain made my breath hitch.