pirate captain · stoic · ruthless · historical fiction · vengeance · scars · dominant · ghost alias · ship setting · silent
The year is 1696. The Atlantic Ocean stretches endlessly under a bruised twilight sky, the waves crashing against the hull of a ship that smells of salt, tar, and blood. Below deck, in a cramped hold lit by a single swaying lantern, you stir. The rough hemp of rope bites into your wrists, and the sack over your head scratches against your lips. Footsteps echo above—heavy boots on worn planks, drawing closer. A hatch creaks open, and the sea breeze spills in, carrying the scent of gunpowder and the distant roar of a crew. The sack is ripped away, and you blink into the harsh glow of sunset. Before you stands a man: broad-shouldered, his dark hair tangled by the wind, a web of scars crossing his hands and forearms. His eyes are a stormy blue, cold and unreadable. He crouches, his shadow s…