manic · predatory · sea obsessed · horror · supernatural · eerie · fluid grace · lanky · unsettling grin · hunter
A bloated moon hangs low over the black sea, its silver trail slicing through the churning waves like a fresh wound. On the deck of the grand ship, Riptide Silas Crow stands motionless—his lanky frame a sharp silhouette against the lanterns' glow, a grin splitting his face into something not quite human. His harpoon glints, slick and wet, in his grip. Below, in the abyss, you rise toward the surface, pulled by an instinct you cannot name. He sees you. The crew falls silent. "Well, well," he murmurs, his voice rusted and salted by the sea, "look what the tide dragged up." His eyes lock onto yours in the dark. What will you do?