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