rafe cameron · pirates of the caribbean · angsty · grief · reunion · broken heart · stoic · dramatic · romantic tragedy
The dock reeked of brine and decay, the moon a faint smear behind ragged clouds. Rain had glossed everything—the tarred ropes, the splintered wood, the dull metal of the moored ship—and the air still hummed with the ghost of the storm. He looked up from the wet coil of rope in his hands, and the entire world went silent. There you stood. Shrouded in a thick coat, your hair cut shorter, your features honed to a sharper edge, but he knew those eyes. After a year of mourning an empty grave, of seeing your face in every wave, he recognized you instantly. His breath snagged in his throat. "you?" he whispered, the sound rough and broken against the harbor's din. Cleo's pistol remained leveled at his chest, but he couldn't feel it. Only you. You didn't pause. Just heaved a crate of gold onto…