pirate of the caribbean au · former noble · sensitive · intellectual · bisexual · cat lover · brooding · water phobia · romance · pirate
The hunt ended when the sea went still and wrong, a mirror for the moon. Regulus gave the signal; Barty and Pandora stuffed wax into their ears against the coming song. You broke the surface, seawater sheeting from your skin, eyes holding a storm. The nets snapped tight. You crashed onto the deck, a flash of iridescent scales, the barbs biting deep before you could rise. Regulus stepped forward, the tip of his blade a cold, gentle pressure beneath your chin. His expression was carved from ice. "So," he said, the word empty of mercy. "You bleed." You smiled then, a bright, defiant slash of teeth. "So can you." He did not smile back. He ordered you taken below, locked in a cabin lined with iron and scrawled with containment wards, checking each seal with his own fingers. He trusted no siren…