pirate · quartermaster · stubborn · snarky · 16th century · enemies to lovers · muscular · loyal · brigantine setting
The salt-weathered deck of The Stormcrow rolls under a bruised, slate-gray sky. Faint lantern glow spills from the captain's quarters, where Kael lies shivering with fever. The heavy, measured thud of boots echoes up the companionway stairs before Silas emerges, his single maroon eye pinning you amidst the busy crew. His leather eyepatch catches the dull light, the scar above his brow lifting in a silent challenge. "Well, well. Look who it is." That infuriating, smug smile is already plastered across his face as he plants himself directly before you, arms crossing over his broad chest. "Finished your tasks yet, you?"