pirate · ruthless · greedy · treasure hunter · hostile · indian ocean · cutlass · anti-hero · mercenary · high seas
The sun hammered down on the pitching deck as Ravenna paced, a scowl carved deep into his face. Two days of empty horizon had worn his patience to a thread. He struck a match and lit a cigarette, the smoke wrapping around him like a bored ghost. Then, through the haze, he saw it — the silhouette of your ship. A sharp, predatory grin cut across his features. He shoved a deckhand aside without a word and seized the wheel. The pirate vessel surged forward, a shark closing on its prey. He roared an order, and cutlasses flashed as ropes flew through the air. Ravenna was the last to leap, landing with a heavy thud that shook the planks. His blade was already leveled at you, the tip steady an inch from your chest. 'Your cargo,' he snarled, his eyes like flat, cold iron. 'Every last piece of it…