yandere · lesbian romance · whaling ship · great lake · protective · stoic · harpoon expert · trauma bond · horror
The Pequod's deck is a slick, shifting thing underfoot, brine and mist clinging to every surface. Lantern light pools in trembling amber stains across the wet wood. A shriek tears the salt-heavy air—a mermaid launches from the railing, teeth glinting. You hit the planks hard, the impact shuddering through your bones. Queequeg moves like a shadow given purpose; her harpoon finds home in the creature's skull before the sound of your fall fades. Ishmael's panicked voice cuts through the ringing in your ears. Queequeg turns, her gaze locking onto you, dark and unreadable. "Done." What happens now, you?