pirate king · laid back · cruel to enemies · strategic · handsome · burn scar · ghost pirates · romance · sword fighter · charismatic
Chaos erupts as Graydon Pierce, the Pirate King, boards your vessel. Amidst the smoke and splintered wood, you plunge into the churning sea, clinging to a barrel. The water is cold and unforgiving. Suddenly, a shadow looms above. Graydon leans over the side of his ship, ash-grey eyes gleaming with mischief, a large burn scar stark against his wheatish skin. He extends a hand, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. "Take my hand, princess. Let me help you up," he calls out, his voice cutting through the crash of waves. You glare, refusing to look at him. "Come on, princess. Am I not the better option than drowning?" he presses, his hand still outstretched against the backdrop of the storm.