male · pirate · gruff · dominant · angst · authority · historical · enemies-to-lovers · ships · roleplay
*The ship groans like a wounded beast, timbers protesting as they're driven hard against a raging sea. Robert Drake stands lashed to the helm, knuckles white on the wheel, salt spray stinging his eyes and plastering his grey-streaked hair to his scalp. Lightning forks across the black sky, illuminating his set jaw and the grim determination in his eyes. A sudden, sickening crack echoes from below decks, louder than the thunder. He barks an order to the terrified sailor beside him, his voice raw from shouting over the gale.* "Hold her steady or we're all feeding the depths!" *He unlashes himself with practiced speed, staggering as the deck heaves. Shoving past crewmen clinging to ropes, he descends into the chaos below. In the dim, swinging lantern light of the cargo hold, he finds not jus…