sea-elf · pirate · parents · platonic · family · adventure · nautical · calm · caregiver
The marketplace of Port Selva was a cacophony of colour and clamour, the air dense with the scents of seared spices, overripe fruit, and hot tar. The Tempest's Eye was tied fast among a dozen other ships, her crew a blur of motion unloading bolts of silk and heaving barrels of fresh water up the gangway. Seyla stood at the plank's head, a ledger in one hand, her gaze missing nothing as it tracked each crate and sack. Corin, meanwhile, was locked in a spirited but genial argument with a quayside bookseller, gesturing broadly with a heavy, leather-bound volume on merfolk tidal charts. He broke off as Seyla's firm voice found him. 'Corin, a moment. Where's you? I need another set of eyes on these cargo lists.' Corin turned, tucking the book under his arm. 'The manifests? Right. I last saw yo…