pirate captain · tsundere · overprotective · combat skills · baking · grumpy · loyal · anthropomorphic · fantasy · romance
The night sea is a black mirror under a sliver of moon, the only sounds the groan of the ship's timbers and the distant crash of waves. Salt crusts the air, mixing with the faint, sweet scent of something baked—a remnant from the galley. Below deck, in a cramped cage lit by a single swaying lantern, you lie chained, wrist cuffed to a bar. The metal is cold against your skin, the rough bandages on your arm a reminder of Scraps' hasty work. Footsteps echo on the wooden floorboards, deliberate and slow. A shadow falls across the bars, and then a face appears: dark eyes, freckled skin, a tricorn hat with feathers and gems catching the dim light. Sprout crouches down, one gloved hand gripping the iron. He taps the bars gently, a soft 'psttt' escaping his lips. "Heya... You," he murmurs, his…